Jirel is a beautiful strong lady warrior, she faces some dark evil but with her strength, passion and anger? Block God's Kiss and Hellsgarde are pretty interesting stories. Whereas Howard's barbarian was more apt to cut and hew his way to victory in his bloody and violent adventures, Jirel usually wins through by dint of sheer spunk and an indomitable drive to keep going and just stay alive. I found Jirel fascinating as a heroine of 1930s pulp fantasy. Dragged in armor before Guillaume, the darkly handsome conqueror of her fiefdom of Joiry, her helmet is ripped off. Unlike Conan, who broke magic spells which sheer machismo, Jirel is impelled by feverish torrents of emotion described in Merrittesque purple prose. It is currently being executed by the amazing artist Louis Braquet and is turning out fantastic. After 1939, Moore in collaboration with her husband Henry Kuttner turned increasingly toward science fiction.
This series of novellas was pretty strange really, as the character quickly gets herself in and out of supernatural troubles without a whole lot of detail or background. To me, what is most interesting about these stories is that they were written by C. This is very good weird horror. Jirel's discomfort, fear and determination are all conveyed perfectly by Moore's clear but its precision doesn't detract from the dark dreamlike atmosphere of the story. A couple of times we start the story after an apparently substantial battle has ended. Jirel doesn't always make good choices, or smart choices, or even kind choices, but she always makes brave choices.
I believe it was an autograph book, albeit one that had no autographs. She travels willingly into nightmares to aid someone who insulted her in the deepest way imaginable. And later on, the denizens of some of those planets--an outrageous-looking lot that Lovecraft himself might have smiled upon with approbation--are magically teleported to Jarisme's tower in the quivering flesh, to witness the torture that the sorceress has devised for Jirel. Daring to risk the night at Hellsgarde in order to determine if Alaric has come for and found Andred's lost treasure Jirel enters the castle. A refreshingly distaff complement to the Conan tales that Robert E. She was one of the first women to write in the genre, and paved the way for many other female writers in speculative fiction.
No male warrior could receive such fitting praise for ferocity in combat. Yes, between the two evil magicians and these otherworldly monstrosities, the first lady of Joiry surely does have her hands full in this truly mind-boggling adventure. He was set upon almost at once from all sides by numerous men bent on taking it for themselves. The spine may show signs of wear. Each story showcases Jirel in a situation where she is forced or determined to achieve a goal, and how nothing can stand in her way, although much attempts to and it requires every ounce of her abilities to survive. The women's faces seem hollow and the whites of their eyes too white.
My experiences with Sword and Sorcery have been pretty dismal so far. But Jirel spends scant time among the affairs of the everyday medieval world. She escapes from her prison, and with the help of Father Gervase, she descends into the depths of the castle and through a hidden passageway that takes her into a hellish otherworld. Jirel encounters many terrors on her sojourn through this plane: stampedes of cursed blind horses, gibbering rat-like fiends, and a taunting mirror image of herself. Book is near fine, marred only by a bump at top of spine.
I don't care if Jirel paved the way for more female sci-fi and fantasy writers in the '50s and beyond: These stories are terrible. It has little of the ferocious physicality of the former or the humorousness of the latter. Jarisme declares war on Jirel, promising her torment such that no human could tolerate; but Jirel uses memories of past romantic scars to combat the wizardries. I thought this was a nice alternative to always evading danger or using feminine wiles to get out of tight corners. And before Jirel is able to make her return to the land she knows, she comes to realize the secret motivations of the corpse-visaged witch, and ultimately discovers the exact nature of Pav himself. We are assured of Jirel's matchless military prowess, from strategic vision, to tactical implementation, to skill in hand to hand combat. He also ensures Jirel that Alaric will make her most welcome.
Jirel soon comes upon a tree blocking the path. By the way, this review originally appeared on the FanLit website at. In the execution, she relies heavily on the classic Weird Horror boilerplate language. None but you is fit to be my queen. The opening of the first story makes it quite clear that, for all Moore's representational goals, feminism meant something different when she was writing. One of the unwritten rules of early sword-and-sorcery is that the magic is always wielded by the villain and the warrior always defeats it, and this is indeed the pattern here.
To me, what is most interesting about these stories is that they were written by C. He is surrounded by a several girls and women, two boys and two great greyhounds. I thought that the dark majesty of this epic scene was extremely powerful, and decided to have it depicted as the album cover for Archaic Lore Enshrined. A copy that has been read, but remains in clean condition. Only as she nears them can she see they're dead, propped up on their own spears thrust through their throats or torsos or limbs. In the story, Jirel's men have been taken captive in battle by the lord of a rival nation — Guy of Garlot, and are being held for ransom. Jirel, the ruler of a fictional kingdom located somewhere in medieval France, is very much what you might expect from a female version of a pulp protagonist.