Robert Paul Holdstock
(1948 --)
Robert Holdstock was born in
1948 in Kent (East of the Medway). Part of his childhood was spent exploring
the dense woods of the Kentish heartlands and also the bleak expanse of
the Romney Marsh. He spent nine years as a full-time student, and holds
a masters degree in Medical Zoology. In 1976 he became a full time writer.
Currently, he lives in London.
He received British Science
Fiction Award, World Fantasy Award as well as Homer Award
He is most famous thanks to his Mythago Series:
Mythago Wood (1984)
Lavondyss (1988)
The Bone Forest (1991)
The Hollowing (1993)
Merlin's Wood (1994)
Gate of Ivory, Gate of Horn (1997)
Gate of Ivory (1998)
A quotation from the Mythago Series:
"All of the entries of Huxley's
journals, convoluted and confused as they were at times, related to manifestations
of mythological creatures and heroes that my father called myth imagoes
or 'mythagos' (I shall keep the man's eccentric spelling of the coined
word).
The 'forms' of these mythagos,
he believed, arose in Ryhope Wood as a result of being seeded by the human
minds close by. They would first appear at the edge of vision, in the peripheral
area of awareness where imagination and reality co-exist in shadowy tension.
But the very fact that they could be glimpsed here, haunting ghosts, vague,
startling movements seen from the corner of the eye, meant that in the
deeper forest they were being given form, and life, and certainly a past
. . . a history and a role in myth, born with the solid flesh, and a life
that functioned in prehistoric times, perhaps. They could arise time and
time again, conforming to memory and legend in many ways, but utterly unpredictable.
And dangerous."
"The moon sat full and low
between the headlands. It had been there for hours, unmoving, as if caught
in time.
The only sign of change in
the silent harbour was the restless ebb and flow of the dark sea against
the harbour wall and the lines of tethered galleys. Tisaminas didn't understand
what was happening.
'If only Antiokus was here,'
he murmured ... 'He could explain this. Time has slowed...' "
(Robert Holdstock, Prologue to Celtika)
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