9 of 9 people found the following review helpful
on 29 April 2001
where he introduces you to a world of believable charactures in sometimes grime settings yet giving them a magic glow. His people seem all to suffer in their lives, but through there magical experience come out from it all the wiser. you get drawn into the Newford atmosphere and feel you live and know them as you mates, only to be sad to see them go . If you have never read de Lint, it is worth the while starting with his short novels, and trust me, you will want more.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
on 14 July 2007
I am not usually a fan of short stories, as I find them either too eager to get to the plot twist or trying to be too clever with the language.
This collection of short stories is none of the above. Considering the subject matter (Bigfoot, goblins etc.), there is a real humaneness to De Lint's writing. I started to care for the characters and I am always glad to re-read the book again. Above all I recommend this book because it makes you look at the world in a different light. Maybe the tales are not so far fetched after all.
8 of 9 people found the following review helpful
on 21 March 2002
I would recommend this book to all newcomers to Charle De Lint. His style is uplifting whilst staying very real and sometimes even gritty. Here we meet Jilly Coppercorn, a central character to many of De Lints writings. She soon becomes like a very familiar and dear friend. Enjoy escaping into a book with a story for everyone.
0 of 11 people found the following review helpful
on 7 June 2008
A book of short stories with one theme: The supernatural world rubs up against the natural and an unbeliever eventually becomes a believer. Over and over and over again...like a cracked record with the needle stuck in a groove. But despite all the repetition, I was left utterly unconvinced.
The author uses adjectives and adverbs as if he gets commision depending on how many he sticks in. The flowery use of language overall cries out for the pruning shears. It's not artful or clever it's simply amateurish and annoying.
Every second person in this world seems to have a mohican, live either on the streets or in an artist's garrett and listen to 90s alternative folk-rock. How cosmopolitan. Excuse me if I can't identify.
One for the potheads, I'm afraid. I imagine friends from back in my Uni days would've loved reading this whilst toking on a spliff and muttering "Wow!" and "Amazing!", dilated pupils devouring each page. For those of us not under the influence, I'd give it a miss.