This is the second time I have read Pullman’s “His Dark Materials” trilogy. I picked it up a few years ago at the prompting of a scholarly friend of mine who was trying to find adult folks who had read, what they thought of it, and what they thought it meant. I enjoyed them as good fantastic and children’s literature (and a good adventure story), but boy I can’t say I entirely got what Pullman was getting at with this Victorian yarn involving an alternate world where humans have animal/daemon companions (an extension of the soul?), adults who behave abominably toward children, talking warrior-bears, magical “Dust” falling from space which is imbued with all sorts of meaning, and great deal of metaphysics.
What prompted to to re-read “The Golden Compass” this time is that New Line Cinema has made it into a film set for release this December (website, IMDB). Based on the previews and stills, this looks to be a visually beautiful adaptation of this book, and should be exciting to watch.
But even after a second re-reading, I still don’t feel like I quite understand what Pullman is doing. The Lyra protagonist character is interesting and sympathetic, and she thrives despite being ignored by and used as a pawn in a complex game played by her mother and father. What’s most interesting I think about the book is Pullman’s creative use of langauge as a means of establishing the “alternate” feeling of his world, which is much like ours in geography and peoples, but different in some important ways that is revealed as the story unfolds. He does do a good job of treating his intended young readers as intelligent people, so there is no special exposition except for a one-sentence introduction, and it takes a little patience initially to figure out what is going on and why.
But underlying this whole story is a big set of questions about good and evil, God and humanity, and the relationships between all of them. And after reading the three books the first time, I can’t say I really recall feeling like I knew what Pullman was getting at. Hopefully this time ’round I’ll be clever enough to appreciate it.