Wizard's Hall
By Jane Yolen
3.5/5
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Acclaimed master fantasist Jane Yolen imagines an academic world of wonders where paintings speak, walls move, monsters are made real, and absolutely anything can happen—as she introduces readers to a hero as hapless as the legendary Merlin is powerful.
It was Henry’s dear ma who decided to send him off to Wizard’s Hall to study sorcery, despite the boy’s apparent lack of magical talent. He has barely stepped through the gates of the magnificent school when he is dubbed Thornmallow (“prickly on the outside, squishy within”). Still, regardless of his penchant for turning even the simplest spell into a disaster, Thornmallow’s teachers remain kind and patient, and he soon has a cadre of loyal, loving friends. But there is something that no one is telling the boy: As the 113th student to enroll in the wondrous academy, Thornmallow has an awesome and frightening duty to fulfill—and failure will mean the destruction of Wizard’s Hall and everyone within its walls.
Jane Yolen
Jane Yolen lives in Massachusetts and has written more than 400 books across all genres and age ranges, including the Sydney Taylor Honor book Miriam at the River. In 2022 she was named the The Sydney Taylor Body-of-Work Winner. She has been called the Hans Christian Andersen of America and the Aesop of the twentieth century.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A rather fluffy little story, with a little bit of playing with story stereotypes but overall rather simple, even simplistic. I like the names thing; Dr Mo is...very convenient. Henry's "special magic" is weird, though admittedly it might be something that is known but not to first-year students. Things flow along a bit too conveniently (including convenient overhearings); Henry never actually makes a choice or takes an action until practically the end, just follows various instructions. Cute, I'm glad I read it, I don't see any reason to ever reread.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A fairly humdrum fantasy, written, to be fair, for nine-year-olds. Lives will be none the poorer for giving this a miss. Also, the title should really be 'Wizards' Hall'. Well, it *should*!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I read somewhere that Jane Yolen thinks JK Rowling ought to cut her a big fat royalty check for ripping off the plot of this book when she wrote the first Harry Potter. And it is true that there are similarities - boy named Henry (the 'real name', of which Harry is a shortened version), sent to wizard school, only to find that he is an expected prodigy who will save the world. But it seems to me that if Rowling did use the book, it was as source material. You couldn't accuse TH White of ripping off Le Morte d'Arthur, could you? Despite the more highflown literary beginning in that example, I think this instance of novelistic borrowing was very much the same. Wizard's Hall, while not unengaging, is allegorical and slight. While it does finish off the main plot, it raises more questions than it answers on the whole. If neither Henry nor Thornmallow is the main character's 'true name', what is? What did happen to Henry's uncle - was he a wizard or a card player? The book, at 133 pages, could use more fleshing out. It lives you with a bad taste in your mouth - that Yolen was trying for the allegorical, the whimsical. It's one of those books that makes you think it was deliberate, this slightness. As if Yolen were trying to say, "It may not look like much from the outside, but it Means Something." I hate it when an author tries to be clever by forcing the reader to do their thinking for them. I wouldn't say you shouldn't read it. You could do worse. But you could do better. Ok, maybe I would say, if you are thinking about reading this book - "Don't do it. Put that down right now, and go and find something by Diana Wynne Jones. Similar feeling. Done with more care."
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Harry Potter this is not. And it's definitely not the best of Jane Yolen's writing either--the story features a boy wizard who goes to wizard school and ends up saving the day (mostly because he's too dense to be truly wizard material). Too short for the hints of plot, Yolen leapfrogs over characterization and depth, and has a story in which the ending is far too predictable to be happily readable.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5An imaginative tale of on odd school for magic, in which the greatest power comes from understanding one's true nature.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This was light and fun. Nothing super exciting, but endearing for what it is.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I know writing is synthetic. Writers take up the threads of different tales, and make them into their own tapestry. If any of you reading this story recognize elements of Harry Potter, I would not say you were wrong. Jane Yolen graciously called Harry Potter, who came about ten years later from the pen of J.K. Rowling, a coincidence. I call it an inspiration, with this tale as a starting point, which diminishes neither writer one jot. Just as Yolen's young hero Henry realizes, words--even the humble ones--are full of power. This book is a delightful read, and a must for fans and students of Yolen (and J.K. Rowling), amongst whom I include myself.
Book preview
Wizard's Hall - Jane Yolen
PROLOGUE
Thornmallow was a wizard, only the most minor of wizards. He had learned some elementary Spelling and a smattering of Names. He had not yet learned his Changes thoroughly, nor his Transformations. And his Curses tended to splatter or dribble around the edges. He was rarely Punctual or Practical and his nose tended toward smudginess.
But he meant well. And he tried.
Magister Greybane of the long, thin beard was often heard to mutter when Thornmallow came for lessons in Prestonomics. Magister Beechvale had sick headaches when it was Thornmallow’s turn to chant. And even Magister Briar Rose was known to feel a bit queasy upon the occasion of Thornmallow’s exams.
But the fact remains that Thornmallow meant well. And he tried. He came to Wizard’s Hall at the time of its greatest peril, the 113th student, the very last to be admitted in that horrible year. And it turned out the inhabitants of Wizard’s Hall were glad indeed that Thornmallow studied there.
Not because he was the world’s greatest wizard.
But because he meant well.
And he tried.
1
OUR HERO
Thornmallow’s real name was Henry. He was a small fellow, thin as a reed, with fair, unmanageable hair the color and shape of dandelion fluff. His eyes were a gooseberry green and hard to read. There was always a smudge or two on his nose as if the nose led him into trouble. But actually he was a quiet boy, shy and obedient to a fault.
He had never wanted to be a wizard.
As a youngster he’d fancied being a linewalker or a tree warden or a juggler, mostly outside work. But he’d outgrown each fancy in turn, as children often do, moving on to the next with hardly a backward glance.
One day, when he was eleven, he mentioned wizardry to his dear ma. He didn’t mean it. Not really. It was just a passing thought.
She looked up from her butter churn and smiled.
"That’s the job for you (Whomp!), she said.
Steady work and (Whomp!) a good place in the world. That’s the one." She gave one last Whomp! to the churn, got up from her stool, and with her kerchief wiped a smudge off Henry’s nose. Then, stretching to get the knots out of her spine, she walked into the house to help him pack. She was never one for delay. She stuffed the bag with a change of shirts, a pair of woollies for the cold, a packet of rose petals for the sweetening, and hard journeycake for the road.
That’s the one!
she repeated with even more enthusiasm. You had a great-uncle on your father’s side—bless his soul—who took to wizardry.
She hesitated, then shook her head. Or was it card playing? Whatever.
But what if I have no talent for it, Ma?
Henry had asked, somewhat sensibly and not a little nervous that she was packing him off so quickly.
Talent don’t matter,
she’d answered, closing the bag. I didn’t know I had any talent for mothering until you came along. And look!
She gestured to him as if he were proof enough. It only matters that you try.
Then she kissed him three times, once on each cheek for love and once on the forehead for wisdom, wiped his smudgy nose one last time, and closed the door behind him saying, Don’t forget to write.
Henry stared at his house for a long minute and bit his lower lip until tears came to his eyes. But he was a good boy and used to doing what he was told. So, wiping his eyes and leaving a brand-new smudge on the right side of his nose, he waved goodbye to his ma. Her smile shone out of the window at him like an off-center crescent moon. Then he turned. He could feel her smile warming his back and her kisses protecting his cheeks and face as he started on the road. Indeed, he didn’t know if he had any talent for wizardry. Or for card playing. Whatever.
But he certainly knew he could try.
The way to Wizard’s Hall was no secret. It was just over the Far-Rise Hills, turn left until morning. Every child in Hallowdale knew that. There was even a jump-rope rhyme about it:
Tell me the place where wizards dwell,
Tell me each step and turning,
Over the mountains, under the hill,
Turn left and walk till morning.
That certainly didn’t rhyme as well as it might, but it fit the tip-taps of a jump rope perfectly. And of course, there ahead of him were the Far-Rise Hills, a day’s journey away.
Henry needed no map.
It was late fall, and the last of autumn’s colors had faded to a steady rust carpet beneath bare trees. Short bursts of wind hissed and hooted and whistled down the valley, pushing Henry onward from Hallowdale as surely as his dear ma had pushed him out the door.
The walk to the foothills was easy—a smooth and gently turning path lined with trees. Henry dodged a scallywag and two highwaymen along the way, but that was just in case. He doubted they had any interest in his poor goods. The journeycake was crumbled, and the woollies were well worn. But still he hid behind the trees, for his dear ma had always cautioned, Better take care than need care.
He also spent an hour up one of the taller beeches when a family of wild boar rooted by. Henry was no hero. Being small and thin had practically guaranteed that Besides, he’d no practice in the art of being brave. To make up the time lost shivering amongst the leaves, he forwent both lunch and dinner until he was within sight of the hills.
And isn’t it a marvel,
he whispered to himself as he chewed the crumbly cake, "just how good a dry meal can be. No wonder my dear ma always says, Hunger is a great seasoner."
At the mountain’s foot was a sign to make the passage simpler still:
THIS WAY TO WIZARD’S HALL
it announced in bold lettering. There was also a gold-leafed arrow, picked a bit raw by passing villains, pointing to the left. And sure enough, the path continued right up the mountain’s face, with little yellow ribands marking every fifth tree, just as a reminder.
Clearly no one could get lost along the way.
Henry walked all night long. His only companions were the owls who swooped silently above him, for the crickets and frogs were long gone to their early winterings. Henry was actually glad of the quiet.
In the morning both sun and moon shone together, and right below them Henry could make out the towers of Wizard’s Hall, standing tall and jagged against the sky. He knew there would be gardens, rosebushes, and trees. Everyone knew magic made things grow. Like manure. But the towers reminded Henry of the teeth of a great beast, and suddenly he was quite sure he didn’t want to study wizardry at all. He knew with certainty that he’d make a better farmer or fisherman or even a cook.
He tried to turn and go home.
But as if the road itself knew it was Henry’s fate to go to Wizard’s Hall, it wouldn’t let him turn. No sooner did he lift one foot to go home than the other was stuck fast. He could only move forward toward the Hall, not back.
It was magic for sure—and he was part of it.
He ran his