My Thoughts On. . .
Under
the Pendulum Sun
They
say, “A picture paints a thousand words.”
Well, the imagery
incorporated within Jeannette Ng’s outstanding masterpiece, “Under the Pendulum
Sun”, creates an infinite landscape, delightful to behold:
Catherine Helstone’s
brother disappeared while on a missionary expedition to Arcadia, the fabled
land of the magical fae. Concerned for his welfare, she sets out on a hazardous
journey, determined to uncover the truth.
But some truths
are best left hidden.
And the fae themselves might not lead the fairytale existence that everyone imagines they do.
And the fae themselves might not lead the fairytale existence that everyone imagines they do.
Arcadia is an ever
evolving conjugation of breathtaking confusion and mind-warping wonder, you see.
Its very existence is a constant flux, where breath-on-the-back-of-the-neck,
glimpsed-out-of-the-corner-of-one-eye occurrences fill your every waking
moment, just as often as taking a walk, or getting dressed. The people and
creatures that inhabit this realm are the stuff of both dream and nightmare.
Nothing is as it appears to be.
That’s what our
heroine has to contend with.
And it’s not until
Catherine appreciates that she has to let go of her preconceived notions and
beliefs that she’ll be able to grasp the significance of what she needs to do
to solve the mystery or her brother’s disappearance, and that of Arcadia itself.
But doing so will change her life forever.
Bravo to Jeannette
Ng. Under the Pendulum Sun, is an evocative fusion of hedonistic repression encompassed within the closeted strictures of the Victorian era. It's also a powerfully intimate story about the dangers of forbidden fruit, and how easily
such things might entangle you if you but dare to take a bite.