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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Interesting take on the myth. At first I didn't quite get why it should be set on a spaceship and why 2 supposedly professional wreck investigators would spend all their time in VR games but it all came together quite nicely in the end.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Meat Tree is one of eight novels published by Seren, an independent Welsh publisher, in which contemporary Welsh writers reimagine the traditional tales of the Maninogian for the twenty-first century, (or in the case of The Meat Tree, for the twenty-third.)The Meat Tree is based on the story of Blodeuwedd, a woman made of flowers, incidentally the sane story that Alan Garner used in The Owl Service, if anyone has read that. According to the author It's a tale of 'rape, incest, bestiality, miracle births and murder' and there must have been an awful lot of editing before the story was deemed suitable for the children's version of the Mabinogion that I had when I was younger. The first part of the tale (the original version is given in the afterword) will give you a taste:'Math was the lord of Gwynedd and Pryderi of land to the south. Math could only live if his feet we're in the lap of a virgin, except when there was a war.Goewin, his foot holder, was the most beautiful maiden in the land and Math's nephew, Gilfaethwy, desired her. So Gilfaethwy's brother, Gwydion, the best storyteller in the world, engineered a war with the south and while the king was away Gilfaethwy raped Goedwin. When Math discovered this he married Goewin as recompense. He punished his nephews by turning them into animals for three years, deer for the first year, then boar, then wolves. He forced them to breed and have offspring, whom he fostered.'.So much for the original myth: the actual book takes place on a spaceship in the year 2210 where a retiring Inspector of Wrecks is reluctantly taking an equally reluctant apprentice for his last mission, to investigate a spaceship abandoned from the first years of space exploration. Finding no bodies, they investigate the ancient virtual reality consoles left behind for any clues to what has happened to the spaceship's occupants. And then it does get quite strange...
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Science fiction meets The Mabinogion. Unusual. I wasn't sure how it would all come together, but actually it did so quite well: it wasn't a strange mash-up, but a melding together that happened slowly, allowing the reader to keep pace. I thought it was pretty well done, and I think it's possibly my favourite so far of this series of retellings.
Have to say, though, I'm not reading any of them for characters, because they're so much more focused on a clever new tilt on whichever myth they chose (or were assigned, I don't know how it worked). They end up interesting, but light and somewhat forgettable -- you remember the twist on the story better than anything else about it, so in a few weeks I'll mostly remember that this involved a spaceship, virtual reality, and... but that would be telling. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Finished The meat Tree in one day yesterday. One of the best SF stories I've read, and an excellent Blodeuwedd story.
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Meat Tree - Gwyneth Lewis
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To Eira
New Stories from the Mabinogion
Introduction
Some stories, it seems, just keep on going. Whatever you do to them, the words are still whispered abroad, a whistle in the reeds, a bird’s song in your ear.
Every culture has its myths; many share ingredients with each other. Stir the pot, retell the tale and you draw out something new, a new flavour, a new meaning maybe. There’s no one right version. Perhaps it’s because myths were a way of describing our place in the world, of putting people and their search for meaning in a bigger picture that they linger in our imagination.
The eleven stories of the Mabinogion (‘story of youth’) are diverse native Welsh tales taken from two medieval manuscripts. But their roots go back hundreds of years, through written fragments and the unwritten, storytelling tradition. They were first collected under this title, and translated into English, in the nineteenth century.
The Mabinogion brings us Celtic mythology, Arthurian romance, and a history of the Island of Britain seen through the eyes of medieval Wales – but tells tales that stretch way beyond the boundaries of contemporary Wales, just as the ‘Welsh’ part of this island once did: Welsh was once spoken as far north as Edinburgh. In one tale, the gigantic Bendigeidfran wears the crown of London, and his severed head is buried there, facing France, to protect the land from invaders.
There is enchantment and shape-shifting, conflict, peacemaking, love, betrayal. A wife conjured out of flowers is punished for unfaithfulness by being turned into an owl, Arthur and his knights chase a magical wild boar and its piglets from Ireland across south Wales to Cornwall, a prince changes places with the king of the underworld for a year…
Many of these myths are familiar in Wales, and some have filtered through into the wider British tradition, but others are little known beyond the Welsh border. In this series of New Stories from the Mabinogion the old tales are at the heart of the new, to be enjoyed wherever they are read.
Each author has chosen a story to reinvent and retell for their own reasons and in their own way: creating fresh, contemporary tales that speak to us as much of the world we know now as of times long gone.
Penny Thomas, series editor
The structure of every organic being is related, in the most essential yet often hidden manner, to that of all other organic beings, with which it comes into competition for food or residence, or from which it has to escape, or on which it preys.
Charles Darwin, The Origin of Species
The Meat Tree
1
Technical Preparation
Synapse Log 28 Jan 2210, 09:00
Inspector of Wrecks
Is that working now, I wonder? I hate these thought recorders. They’re good in very confined spaces, where you don’t want to overhear the idiotic things your colleagues say to their families back on Mars, but I think they’re overrated. But, there we are, I’m Old School. The trick is to keep the unconscious out of it as much as possible and pretend that you’re talking to yourself.
Now, I think it’s settling down. Right. Well, we’re just about approaching the Mars Outer Satellite Orbit. Not seeing too much debris around at the moment, they must have had a clean up fairly recently. Last time I was here, you could hardly move for junk. We’ve glimpsed the ship in the distance, and should arrive later this afternoon.
The new girl’s feeling sick but won’t admit it. She thinks I don’t know that she threw up in the heads, but you can’t hide any smells in a spacecraft. If Nona doesn’t stop vomiting, I’ll have to make her take the drugs. Her eyes are red already, she’s dehydrated. I can’t have her out of action, we’re too close to the target vessel. Typical, getting lumbered with a student on my last mission.
Before anything starts happening, I’m going to get my expenses software set up...
Apprentice
So Campion’s telling me how he does his mileage first ‘and all else follows’ and I’m about to throw up all over him, but I manage to swallow it. Ironic. My whole life to get into Mars orbit, and now I’m here I feel too awful to take it in.
I did get to look out of a porthole as we passed close to home. Saw a dust storm in Thaumasia, thousands of miles wide. It looked like miso soup when you stir it up. Made me nauseous all over again. So I stopped looking. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to catch floating vomit in a paper bag.
We’re not one day in and I’m already tired of hearing about the Department of Wrecks in the Good Old Days. When flotsam came in from as far as the Sculptor galaxy or the Microscopium Void. When he had a full team and they got to work on really interesting cultures. Not like this speck from God knows where, just me and him – the one man in the service who has absolutely no imagination.
Oh, I think he wants to do an equipment check.
Joint Thought Channel 28 Jan 2210, 09:02
Inspector of Wrecks
This is so that we can talk to each other on the vessel without disturbing any of the artifacts. Sometimes alien communication patterns can be diffused by the human voice, so we’ll keep to Joint Thought mode until we know more about what’s going on.
Apprentice
You mean like a mind-meld? God! I didn’t mean to say that.
Inspector of Wrecks
The whole trick of this channel is to avoid personal static. Keep it professional.
Apprentice
Sorry. Of course.
Inspector of Wrecks
It’s a knack. Not a silent version of speaking out loud, but it’s a way of sharing two sets of sense impressions from slightly different angles. It doubles the amount of data we can record. But you’ll have to learn to make a very precise form of running commentary. It’s not your uncensored thoughts, but it’s not formal reporting either. Try doing it on me for a second.
Apprentice
He looks much taller than he did on Mars. And skinnier.
Inspector of Wrecks
That’s close, but you can do better. It’s a question of what’s appropriate. Give me some sensory data, because that’s often much more valuable than your opinions. We won’t know what we’re seeing, but we need to record the effect it’s having on us. Try again.
Apprentice
The smell of his soap makes me sick to my stomach, I can’t get away from it.
Inspector of Wrecks
That’s much, much better. Relevant stuff. A little personal, perhaps, but that’s good. We’ll be getting all the objective data from the robots we send in before us.
Again.
Apprentice
His comb-over looks like the tendrils of a plant in zero gravity.
Inspector of Wrecks
That’s it, you’re getting it. And don’t worry, you can’t offend me. What I’m looking for is information. Record it, even if it doesn’t seem important at the time. I’m particularly interested in alien emotio-translation technology, we have a lot to learn in that area. This technique is going to be especially important if we have to go into Virtual Reality.
Apprentice
The sleep of leaves!
Inspector of Wrecks
All right! That’s it! That will do for now. Oh, and I’ll change the soap. Didn’t realise it was a problem. You should have said.
2
Approach
Synapse Log 28 Jan 2210, 15:00
Inspector of Wrecks
Could never understand why so many people find space travel boring. There’s nothing like the excitement of being out in deep space, watching volcanic plumes rise over Io in Jupiter-shine. Or seeing an asteroid pass like a piece of pumice, or like one of those ancient Henry Moore sculptures, torsos without limbs. Don’t suppose she has the faintest idea who Henry Moore was, she’s far too young. They don’t learn even the basics these days…
Just off Mars and we’re practically home, I can see my dome near the rippled flats of Argyre Planitia. It was snowing when we passed last time.
Apprentice
The way we approach the vessel, slow and steady, I love it. Last time I looked, the target ship was the size of the moon on my fingernail. Now it’s an eye, coming closer, looking at us with curiosity.
He
Just my luck. It looks like a fairly primitive mid-Carolingian solar sailing vessel. Two rings of concave photon sails, maybe Mylar and Kapton, a habitat module like the stigma of a flower. In fact, the whole thing looks like a daffodil. Pity. You’ve seen one of these, you’ve seen them all. No chance now of my adding anything spectacular to my life list. It’s a bog-standard rudimentary Earth vessel.
She
Been hailing them for hours. The old fart gave me the signals job, but the modem’s tried all the intergalactic space languages and no response.
We’ve just gone under the shadow of one of the solar arrays. I’ve heard about these old-style ships, but never seen one before. Billions and billions of photons slam into the sail and nudge the vessel backwards. Crude, but effective. If this came from Earth, they might have combined it with that gravity-sling technique they used for a while.
It’s eerie in the shadow of the heliogyro. Can’t tell if we’re being watched or not. As if the old sight lines have worn a groove in space. Fanciful, I know. It could be centuries since anybody boarded this vessel, but still I can feel the tug of those eyes.
Campion stood us down till tomorrow morning, so that we’re fresh for the boarding. Gave me his old manual to read, as if I was interested in that antique and didn’t have sub-eyelid protocols to study for my exams. Suppose I’d better look at it so as to humour the old man. After all, we’re going to be within fifteen feet of each other while this trip lasts, so let’s keep it sweet.