I first read 'Little, Big' in the dark days of the early '80s, and it was a shining light. Wise, sad, funny, poetic, this is the most truthful 'fantasy' I've read, getting right to the core of human nature, our dreams and follies, and our attempts to find meaning in a world we don't understand. As in all Crowley's books, the world is much stranger than we expect. This present version of the world is ending, and the novel traces one family's involvement with this process in an almost unbearably moving way. Their destiny links them to the fairy realm - a world within ours, yet much larger - manipulated by 'them' in typically amoral and callous ways, yet retaining free will, loving and sorrowing and bringing up kids like anyone else, but with magic oddly intersecting with their lives.
Crowley writes such beautiful prose. His writing reaches in and grabs your soul. He is never sentimental, because always truthful. He knows his magic, and lightly slips it over us like a net. And he writes so powerfully about love and longing. 'Little, Big' has at its heart a gripping and devastating love story.
I've read this book many times, and never get tired of it. It's rich and full of wonders. 'The further in you go, the bigger it gets'. One of those books that will change your life.