Okay, so there seems to be an abundance of DWJ fans that haven’t read/ it’s been awhile since they’ve read/would like to re-read the Chrestomanci books. So I say we do a Tumblr book club for this. :D
Starting the 1st of May, we start the first book, then take two weeks to read and discuss, then read the next (that way everyone has time to get it from a library, and people of all reading skills can join in). We’ll read in the order that
senpaiDiana Wynne Jones recommended:
- Charmed Life
- The Lives of Christopher Chant
- Conrad’s Fate
- Witch Week
- The Magicians of Caprona
- The Pinhoe Egg
- Mixed Magics
And then we post our thoughts to the #Chrestomanci tag (here, or even on Twitter or FB) for discussion.
One of my absolutely favorite things about the Chrestomanci Chronicles universe is mentioned so casually so I don’t see anyone talking about it ever but, like, remember when Cat and Syracuse turn out to get along really well and someone says “Well, you two get along very well, maybe you’re two different halves of a centaur in some other universe” then, of course, Cat explains that that would be impossible since he has nine lives but HOLY FUCK JUST THINK ABOUT IT.
I remember reading it and thinking “I DID NOT KNOW THIS WAS POSSIBLE BUT THIS IS AMAZING!!!!”
YOU CAN ACTUALLY HAVE DIFFERENT SPECIES DUPLICATES IN OTHER UNIVERSES, TWINS CAN BE A TWO HEADED MONSTER SOMEWHERE, YOU AND YOUR DOG CAN BE PARTS OF SOME MAGICAL CREATURE, LIKE, WHY ISN’T ANYONE ELSE SUPER IMPRESSED BY THIS LIKE I WAS?!?!?!?!?
Another Chrestomanci drawing that got out of hand…
I like how The Lives of Christopher Chant shows both the moment he decided he liked telling people what to do, and the moment he realized how wonderful it feels to be fancy. And thus began the terror of Christopher and silk pajamas.
ha ha oh man Christopher <3
There was a gentle rustling as the suspended leaves dropped back to the ground. Where they had been, there was a man standing.
He seemed utterly bewildered. His first act was to put his hands up and smooth his hair, which was a thing that hardly needed doing, since the wind had not disturbed even the merest wisp of it. It was smooth and black and shiny as new tar. Having smoothed his hair, this man rearranged his starched white shirt cuffs and straightened his already straight pale gray cravat. After that, he carefully pulled down his dove-mauve waistcoat and, equally carefully, brushed some imaginary dust off his beautiful dove-gray suit. All the while he was doing this, he was looking from one to the other of the five of them in increasing perplexity. His eyebrows rose higher with everything he saw.
"Would one of you tell me where we are now?" he said
"Just outside Larwood Forest," Nan said. "Hertfordshire."
"In England, the British Isles, the world, the solar system, the Milky Way, the Universe," Brian said scornfully.
"Ah yes," said the man. "But which one?" Brian stared. "I mean," the man said patiently, "do you happen to know which world, galaxy, universe, et cetera? There happen to be infinite numbers of them, and unless I know which this one is, I shall not find it very easy to help you.”
-Witch Week (Diana Wynne Jones)
I took a break from the fanbook and did a sketch that got a little out of hand… Christopher Chant, the 9 lifed asshole enchanter of my heart. I’ve always imagined that adult Christopher would look just like he came right out of a Leyendecker painting, like a slightly more old fashioned Arrow Collar Man, so here is a quick attempt at a Leyendecker rip off, haha. This was fun!!