Beagle is one of the seminal writers of modern fantasy. After those three, you should really read everything else he has ever written, but those three alone will enrich your soul and guarantee you entry into a particularly beautiful suburb of the Afterlife when and if you die. Then read A Fine and Private Place and then read I See By My Outfit. Consider it a geas laid upon you: read this book. The work for which he is most famous is The Last Unicorn and if anyone here has not read it, I conjure and abjure you to do so at once. Peter Beagle is both - he is a writer of grace and power, producing books and screenplays, prose and poetry, fantasy and fact he is a musician, a poet, and a singer.

For some time I wondered if the truth was that he might possibly have been born over the course of those 9 days, a little bit more of him appearing in our world with each spin of the globe… Note the concatenation of 3’s into 9’s here: appropriate for the birth of a mage or a bard. Beagle has also been reported to have been born on April 29 of that year. However, according to an old reference on a Peter Beagle site, Mr.

Beagle was born in the Spring, on April 20, 1939. Beagle than his ability to make us drunk on beauty: though he does excel at that. One could do worse than compare any writer to a really fine ale, of course, but there is more to Peter S. Beagle, either: his work is complex, familiar and exotic together, sweet and rich and yet possessed of a clarifying strength that both intoxicates and clears away dross. ”īut they are not too far of f the mark for Peter S. I’ve prepared a few remarks for the occasion…Īccording to my notes here… “…truly remarkable! Layers of malty- complexities of figs and a raisiny fruitiness balances nicely with a clovey- spiciness develops into a Champagne like acidity. Beagle and his work, on the of f chance that some of you were raised in caves far from bookstores or libraries. Nod and wave politely, please.Ĭat Eldridge, our esteemed editor, has asked me, Kathleen Bartholomew, to give an introduction for Mr. That’s him there, the pleasant-looking silver -bearded gentleman in the best armchair, by the side of the fire that doesn’t smoke.

It’s my profound pleasure to present to you our extraordinary Guest, Mr. Everyone comfy? Gotta drink and a cushion? W ell, then! Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a particularly splendid gathering at the Green Man.

The folk of the air by peter s beagle