| A Review of: The Wolf King by Antony Di NardoThe Wolf King is Number Three in Judd Palmer's "Preposterous
Fables for Unusual Children". In a note from the author we are
told that if you think to yourself, "How unusual it is to be
me; how preposterous life is!" then a fable such as this one
might just be the antidote to get you through that thought.
I'm not so sure. We usually expect fables to be accompanied by an
inherent moral or lesson and that, I would think, should help sort
out what makes life so preposterous. However, as we approach the
conclusion of The Wolf King, there are so many endings and different
twists, some surprising and some expected, that I can't seem to
find a lesson to draw from this fable. If anything, it confirms
that life is absurd. Or are we to learn that one lesson cancels out
another? Is it "love conquers all" or "love is seldom
won?" Is it "we are defeated by pride" or "pride
is our only hope?"
These oppositions might make for interesting discussions, and they
serve to further an examination of the fable as a facet of our
inherited mythologies. Robert Bly, writing Iron John, would have
had a field day with this story. However, the average adolescent
reader does not have Professor Bly as a reading companion and I
think much of the symbolism and myth-like aspects might be lost of
the younger reader. As it is, there are sufficient lapses in the
continuity of the narrative, and gaps that require filling, to make
this story complicated enough.
Imagine what life would be like for the son of The Boy Who Cried
Wolf. >From birth he is labeled a liar, ostracized, bullied and
alienated from the life of the village. His father is presumed dead,
taken by the wolves. His mother is abandoned by her lover, the
arch-enemy of his father as we later learn, and every day she cries
a river. When her son turns fifteen, he is expected to perform his
military duty, "to Stand with Steel." He is willing and
able to mount the guard on the wall that protects the village from
menacing packs of wolves, but because of his father, he is denied
the opportunity of performing this duty. Alfred, the son of The Boy
Who Cried Wolf cannot be trusted.
Angry and rejected, Alfred steals into the forbidden forest at night
where the hungry wolves lurk. One might see this as an attempted
suicide and, given Alfred's emotional state, it wouldn't be surprising.
However, before the wolves can feast on him, he meets the Wolf King
himself and his life is saved. Alfred is sworn to secrecy and told
never to return to the forest. But he breaches the agreement with
the Wolf King, and returns with Martina, a classmate and the girl
he loves, in order to impress her with his courage. She is terrified
by the experience and Alfred is less than brave. Once again, he is
rescued by the Wolf King who reveals his plan to assault the village
and he secures a promise from Alfred to be his accomplice. When
Alfred sees Martina with Raus, his boyhood nemesis, he is heart-broken
and recognizes his true feelings for her. In a situation that
parallels the fateful events that shaped his own life, Alfred betrays
the Wolf King a second time and, rather than allow his pack of
wolves to storm the village, he shoots at them in order to save
Martina's life. In the end he saves the village from the wolves,
yet Alfred is still denied acknowledgement as a hero and he is
exiled to a distant land. But not before he learns the true identity
of his father.
Palmer delivers a story with interesting premises and surprising
twists, but it's not without flaws. His language and imagery establish
a tone consistent with that of a fable set in what appears to be a
corner of 19th century Germany. He creates the ideal mood and
atmosphere for such a story, but there are gaps in the narrative.
Some scenes depart without support from the logic of time, and
connections between certain events are obscure or lacking. The
reader is abandoned too often in the same dark forest as Alfred,
asking for directions out. I wished at times that Palmer had left
less to the imagination and filled in some of the blanks. I think
many young readers will agree that this story could have used several
more pages.
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