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Behind every traditional hardanger fiddle tune, there is always a story, always a fairy tale, and you actually tell the stories when you play the fiddle. — Annbjørg Lien This superb artist is, as Northside Records, her US label, describes her, ‘renowned for her work on the hardanger fiddle, both as a player of . . . → Read More: On Hardanger Fiddle Tunes I don’t really need to comment on our first offering as our reviewer did a far better job of doing so than I ever could. ‘I don’t think I’m alone in thinking of “dark fantasy” as a sort of combination of urban fantasy and horror: vampires, werewolves, ghosts, zombies, and less pleasant creatures confronting more . . . → Read More: Words: Stories and Scripts Four very different novels are offered up for your consideration this outing. Lev Grossman’s The Magicians is a tale of what happens when happily ever after turns out not be quite all that it should be. The Magician King is his terrific follow-up to this 2009 novel and you can look for our review of . . . → Read More: Words: Four Very Different Novels There’s a difference between getting money for what you do and doing it for money. If you don’t do it for love, or because you think it needs doing, get out and let somebody else do it. If nobody else does it, maybe that means it shouldn’t be done. — Emma Bull’s Bone Dance Iain’s . . . → Read More: Words and Music Allow me to introduce myself as I am the new narrator for Green Man Review. As another Storyteller once said, ‘Please allow me to introduce myself / I’m a man of wealth and taste / I’ve been around for a long, long year . . .’ Jack Merry calls me The Old Man. Ellen Datlow once (affectionately . . . → Read More: Let Me Introduce Myself ‘She wants to be flowers, but you make her owls. You must not complain, then, if she goes hunting.’ — Alan Garner’s The Owl Service novel
Not surprisingly, all things Welsh as regards literature and music are a favourite of many a Green Man staffer here. As Robin Williamson in . . . → Read More: Of Welsh Matters The roasting, the feasting and the hours of horseplay helped to create a special warmth on this cold, hard day. Then the fire was stoked and fed to make a warm place where there could be dancing until darkfall. Martin was very drunk. Rebecca danced alone, wide skirts swirling, hair flowing as the accordion . . . → Read More: All Hallows Eve |
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