The Marks We Leave Behind (the Ocean at the End of the Lane)

As it is well known I am a huge and unabashed fan of Neil Gaiman. I breathe for the man’s writing and imagination and sheer wit. I picked up View from The Cheap Seats — which is a nonfiction collection that I highly recommend if you’re a writer in need of inspiration — as soon as it was released in my store. So finally finishing the Ocean at the End of the Lane, I realized it has left its mark on me as much of Neil Gaiman’s work does on me and I am in for the long haul.

This review will be spoiler free as possible because I do not want to spoil this experience for anyone else, but there will be general synopsis given so if you don’t want that, I should say you remain here at the start while the rest of us travel down to the end of the Lane and into the world of Lettie Hempstock and her Ocean.

Welcome to the Cerebral Hedonist and here comes a thought…

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The main character who can only be known as “the boy” as it is told from his point of view and no one seems to want to use his name, lives on a lane in fairly rural country.

Somewhere in England…

We’re here to talk about the story, not my inability to use a map.

Anyway! As a grown man he returns to his family home and decides to visit the farm of an old friend. As he is welcomed by his former friend’s family, he is told she’s somewhere in Australia with her father. So instead “the boy” goes to sit on a bench in front of a small pond and begins to relive the events of their faithful meeting…

He has quite an interesting summer as this is not a coming of age story, but rather a study in who we are as children versus who we become as adults and if the sacrifices of others around us to help us grow were worth it.

. This is… a fairy tale in its purest and most interesting form. Its quite adult in its presentation and a bit of a departure from his usual style such as in Coraline, Star Dust and the Graveyard book. I found that this is because this book was written for his wife, Amanda Palmer, who doesn’t care much for fantasy/horror despite having married a man who lives and breathes it. The imagery manages to be heavily realistic yet containing small implications that not all is as it seems. The horror begins when it is realized that Lettie Hemstock has made a dreadful mistake in involving “the boy” and it costs her quite dearly.

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It lead to events that infect “the boy’s” life that are fantastical yet real enough to wonder if perhaps this is simply the boys childish imagination telling this tale or if these things are truly happening. It’s actually quite disturbing as you go along and you realize there is no villain in the general sense. They are simply people of various kinds confronting the ever changing world and the disappearance of the world before it. They are simply people trying to survive.

It’s dark, beautiful, and touches you in strange sort of way that you wouldn’t expect. I would have to call it tragic for me because as I read the last of it, I literally cried. I had not expected something so awful yet beautiful to happen and that “the boy” narrating this story was the last proof of Lettie Hemstock’s mark on the world as it continues to change and things of old are forgotten.

Honestly, despite it being a departure from Neil Gaiman’s usual narrative voice (at least the one I’ve become used to), the impact was just as hard, just as deep, and just as endearingly wonderful that it gave me a sense of awe upon finishing the last page.

I highly suggest you read this book. It’s a bit hard to get through at times as it drags minutely in certain parts and as I said its not his usual writing style, but once you have read it the impression sticks with you like a folklore you hear in the dark.

I would call this a horror/fantasy due to its dark themes and content. Its certainly not for children but I give it the highest recommendation possible if you are like me and enjoy a little darkness in your fairy tales.

Lettie is a beautiful character and “the boy” is a wonderful voice and I hope that when you pick it up, you get drawn into Lettie’s world and the Ocean at the End of the Lane.

-Harli V. Park –

Hello! I have unfortunately been forced to give up on CampNanowrimo for the time being due to the demands of my developmental editing, ghostwriting, and job. I just no longer have the time to meet my wordcount goal which sucks. Ah well, it was a good 2 weeks i managed to make it through. 40k + words is quite a feat. 

However, I am not giving up on frequently posting to this blog. In fact, I have gotten taste for it now and I want more. So please don’t believe my pause has been me falling off the wagon. I’ve actually been sick the past week and unable to accomplish much of anything so its been quiet here. But, I’m alright and I’m ready to continue. 

I’m going to be posting a few “opinion pieces” I’m working on soon. There’s still going to be musings and the like but there will also be more well thought out things as I grow this site. 

Also good news. I will be releasing my first Official YouTube Video in June. I’ve already written the scripts for them and finally have a solid idea of what I want to do. So I’m finally moving forward with what I have planned. I hope its as exciting for you as it is for me. 

So, I hope you the review influenced you to pick up Ocean at the End of the Lane and I hope that you’re looking forward to what’s in store. More horror oriented posts and beautiful commentary. Thank you for sticking around! And WELCOME to all my newcomers. 

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