The Woven Path | Chapter 9

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His glass eyes seemed to blaze with a light all their own when his gaze fell upon her.

Aufwader’s Thoughts: Poor Neil – gets hurled fifty-odd years back in time and still can’t escape having his ears chewed by crotchety old ladies! I have to hand it to Ursula Webster though, she may have been cruel, but at least it seemed to be due to her great age and inexperience with young people, as opposed to the hard-boiled malice of the dreadful Ma Stokes.

What’s great about Robin’s characterisation of these kind of unpleasant figures, though, is that you can almost always see how they came to be so horrible. In some cases, like with Mrs Banbury-Scott in The Whitby Witches, this inspires a degree of empathy or pity. In others, for example the nefarious Dr Spittle, this serves to create a portrait of a warped individual whom we understand to some extent, but whom we will nonetheless come to loathe in due course. Unless she has some epiphany further down the line, Ma Stokes is absolutely the latter, and I for one am not looking forward to spending the next five days with her any more than Neil and Ted.


Mrs Stokes is the absolute archetype of this. She may have been soft of heart at one stage, but it is so buried beneath a brutal exterior that who would know? (I’m probably going to be proven wrong in two chapters and find out she has a secret heart of gold and is just ‘bunging on’ the crank act – as we would say in the colonies. But for now, she’s hardly Mother of the Year, right?)

However, for me, the perfect moment in this chapter – which is my favourite moment in the book so far, and just might be one of the Great Jarvis Moments for me – is the scene where Ted is peeking through the banisters at Jean. At this point, we know no backstory, we don’t know how he met her, but he’s somehow spent fifty years (and a lot of that in a glass case, by the sounds of it) thinking about this woman. Only to be a teddy bear when he meets her again.

It’s a big grown-up emotion, but Robin rightly assumes that his readers will go along on the emotional journey. It’s certainly given me all the feels.


The Woven Path | Chapter 8

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Warning: Contains Spoilers!

As the skies flared and the fires rampaged, a small child hared frantically through the chaos.

Aufwader’s Thoughts: Yes, Edie! Love this kid! A miniature queen of the rubble who bites the hands that try to save her and wears live ammunition as jewellery. For the first human Robiny heroine, she’s a very fine start indeed.

I also love the clever touch with the time portal here. In the middle of an air raid, of course nobody is going to notice a giant, corkscrewing, violently purple vortex spitting out a kid in slippers from the future! (Except the only one who needs to, apparently.)


Matt’s Thoughts: Is it my imagination or is World War II becoming a glamorous movie setting nowadays? There was the odd WWII movie in my day, but I do feel like it’s a lot more prominent now to set stories during the war. It’s almost as if, as it becomes more distant in living memory, we are finding the idea of the war more interesting and romantic.

All of which is to say, this story would work even better as a film today than it would have in 1995 when it came out. Special effects would well and truly be up to a character like Ted, kids are braver at the movies. Bring it on, I say!

Also, really clever use of surprise here. I was fully expecting the child scrambling across the rubble to be Josh or Neil, but then when it turns out to be a girl, I got thrown for a minute. Enter Edie, clearly with her own fascinating back story and set of powers. Looking forward to finding out more about her.

Not so sure about the Belial box …


The Woven Path | Chapter 7

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Warning: Contains Spoilers!

Josh gazed at the whirling, fire-ringed vortex.

Aufwader’s Thoughts:  This is one of those definitive Robin Jarvis moments, like Audrey before the Green in the Chamber of Summer, or when Ben first spies Nelda at the Abbey cemetery. When I think of the Wyrd Museum trilogy, the ‘fiery gateway’ is what comes to mind first (closely followed by a certain awe-inspiring scene in The Raven’s Knot which I won’t spoil.)

I can honestly say that I never want to see this series adapted for television or film, because no animation nor CGI on the Green’s good earth could ever do justice to lines like ‘A searing flash of violet lightning streaked abruptly from the immense depths of the vortex’s heart’, or, ‘The Separate Collection was filled with purple flame and putrid smoke, yet through the reek he could see his brother standing by Ted’s cabinet and the youngster was looking intently at the fiery eye of the evil storm.’ Usually at scenes like this we’re inclined to say ‘how cinematic’, but here I’d like to forget adaptations just the once, and think, ‘what vivid writing’ instead. That’s just me, however. What say the rest of you?

The magical portal back in time has been done by numerous authors and directors in numerous different ways, but this has to be a particularly striking example, especially because of how dangerous and violent it feels. This is no sparkling doorway or mysterious wardrobe, but a fire-vomiting vortex that will genuinely hurt anyone who comes near it, be they small adventurer or no. Alas, fate decrees that two small adventurers and one talking teddy must take that risk, and so our story begins to unravel in earnest.


Matt’s Thoughts: We were promised time travel on the back cover and here it is. With all the spectacular light and sound effects we would expect. (Though I will take my co-blogger’s point that Robin’s descriptions of this are more than just an attempt to do cinema on the page, but it actually is a mind’s-eye world that he crafts time and again with that particular writing style of his.)

What I also love is the concept of the rescue mission for the younger brother. I felt that the strength of the first Hunger Games was not so much the concept of the games, or anything like that – but actually something more simple: an older sister who would face potential death to save her younger sister.

So Neil’s journey into danger is not because he’s particularly brave, but because he wants to save Josh. Which is what the manipulative Ted knew all along, really.

The Woven Path | Chapter 6

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Warning: Contains Spoilers!

The far side of the bed was empty.

Aufwader’s Thoughts:  I love how we’re now just running with the idea that there’s an evil animate teddy bear out to get Neil’s kid brother. It should be ridiculous, and it kind of is, but that’s half the fun as far as I’m concerned. Why shouldn’t Neil go storming into the shadowy fastness of the museum to rescue Josh from what he imagines to be the nefarious clutches of Ted? What better way to open the box of nightmarish delight that is the rest of this book, if not with one small, pyajma-ed boy out to rescue another in the dead of night?

As for Miss Celandine, her pride in her knitting is rather endearing, even if her implements are somewhat threatening when raised toward Neil’s unsuspecting head in a darkened room. We have to wonder about the ‘One’ she continually references, and what use that absent girl might have for a square of green, tinselled wool, into which is clearly woven Miss Celandine’s lifetime of heartache. Her little dancing scene is particularly sad – as the Mother third of the Webster trio, there was evidently a time when she lived for the promise of a family and children. Instead, as Neil observes, she has found herself husbandless and childless, imprisoned in the Wyrd Museum with her sisters, slowly going senile. Perhaps that square of sparkling wool is her only way out.


Matt’s Thoughts: As well as triggering a spooky expedition into the Museum at night-time – which was always on the cards – there’s a great deal of personal angst in this chapter, isn’t there?

There’s the unspoken frustration of Neil against his father, his father’s irritation with Neil (and probably himself), the care that Neil has for Josh. I have no doubt that there are families where kids like Neil do have to be more mature than their years to cope with the shortfalls of their parents, and it all reads authentically.

But then we also see that there’s pain going on for Miss Celandine (although her backstory is a lot more shadowy). Clearly, the weaving of the loom is significant and most likely tied to the arrival of the boys, but to what degree?

I know at some stage there will be a character who will explain all this, but I’m actually enjoying the mysteriousness of it all at the moment. Besides which, Josh is lost. That’s worrying enough.

Finally, I loved the throwaway scene with Josh and the petals that end up in the shape of a tree. (Did he put them there? Did they just fall that way and he noticed the shape? Either way, it’s a great image.)

The Woven Path | Chapter 5

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Warning: Contains Spoilers!

‘What the heck you scared for?’ he cried. ‘Yer ten times bigger’n me!’

Aufwader’s Thoughts: I once described Dancing Jax as ‘Wyrd Museum for a modern audience’. What I meant was ‘Wyrd Museum was riffing on Hollywood whimsy and British children’s classics first’, and this is where we start to see it.

Ted is a fascinating character. In Mr Jarvis’s handling of that cuddly ball of bile and sarcasm, there is an outright (and, in the mid-90s, not yet tired) rejection of the twee, vaguely Victorian portrayal of talking toys which Robin, and his readers, would have grown up with.

As Ted says to Neil, ‘this ain’t no kindergarten story’. Toys do not wake up on the stroke of midnight, there is no Santa Claus, and sometimes the ghosts of WWII GIs insult your dad to your face and then expect you to bust them out of glass cases. The whole feel of this chapter is more The Magic Toyshop than Winnie the Pooh, and it works extremely well. We kind of hate Ted a little for trampling on our happy childhood dreams, but equally, the possibilities of what might be really going on with him are too intriguing to resist.


Matt’s Thoughts: I’m thinking now that if we were to film Wyrd Museum, we’d run into rights issues nowadays given that Ted became the name of the famous Mark Wahlberg talking bear comedy.

But this Ted was around first, and I love the way his smart-talking American sass offsets the spookiness. (After all, if everyone sounded like the Webster sisters, it would run the risk of being a very grandiose book.) It’s pretty clear that our Ted is the soldier from the prologue, but really, the questions this raises are just more tantalising, even if we know that much. Like how did he become a teddy bear? How did he end up in the museum? What will he do if he gets out?

And, on a more sinister note, I’m starting to feel as if there is a villain of this piece, but we don’t know much about them. (It might be the giant cockroach thing on the cover, or it might be something else.) With previous Jarvis novels, we’ve known what the threat was early on, but the vagueness of this one is compelling.

The Woven Path | Chapter 4

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Warning: Contains Spoilers!

‘Red for the mother, white for the maiden and black for the crone.’

Aufwader’s Thoughts: I knew Celandine would turn out to be important! Foolish Neil for disregarding her words, for we the readers know them to contain strands of significance. Ursula might be aware that her sister gambols about the museum at night, but how much does she know of the state of Celandine’s mind? Perhaps that bestockinged lady is cannier than everyone believes.

In this chapter we also get a bit of genuine Jarvis Scare with the museum as a living entity, out to confound and consume young Neil. (Poor kid, even his new home is out to get him.) Sadly, what truly awaits our hero in this trilogy makes his imagined crouching fiend seem like a pretty daydream.


Matt’s Thoughts: As a fan of movies, I’ve always found it a funny thing that acting is prized as being the be-all and end-all of a film, without recognising that in many cases, the location of the story itself can be much more interesting even than the characters in the story.

How many great darkly fantastic cinema tales have we seen where a character arrives at a place that is somewhat dark and spooky? In this particular case, it is not the acting that usually creates that atmosphere, but in fact it’s the set-building, the lighting, the props people – these are the people who have done the magic to draw the audience in.

All of which Robin has an eye for – either on purpose or instinct drawn from his experience in television. So once the building gets dark and Neil is wandering through rooms without end and getting lost, the spookiness is real and palpable. I have no idea whether this story is going to get as dark and violent as all its predecessors, but I love it based on atmosphere alone.

Then, the other part that I love is that for the first time – that I’ve spotted so far – Robin’s books are connecting with another well-established fantasy world: that of Wagner’s Ring Cycle! More correctly, he is probably drawing on the ancient Norse myths which inspired Wagner to write the Ring Cycle operas (and later Tolkien as well), but I’ll talk about Wagner because I used to be a huge fan of the Ring Cycle in my younger days. (That was before I had three kids and struggled to find time to listen to a 16-hour-operatic tetralogy). The part that I’m thinking of is the beginning of the final opera of the four, Twilight of the Gods (which translates, as only German can, into one single word: Götterdämmerung). In the opening scene, three Norns appear – three sisters weaving the loom of fate.

I’m pretty sure they also explain in that scene – if not, then it’s somewhere – about the concept of the World Ash Tree, from which all things arise.

There is also, of course, the concept of the Triple Goddess as well: the mother, the maiden and the crone, which is being drawn on here too.

Normally, this would be all very grand and operatic, but in the Jarvis version, the sisters are stuck in a corner of East London, perhaps even going senile. And the remainders of the ash tree are sitting in an old water fountain out in the backyard. It’s understated and brilliant and we know it’s all going to come alive.

The Woven Path | Chapter 3

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Warning: Contains Spoilers!

‘As ever, we are ready and shall await the time when your resting is over.’

Aufwader’s Thoughts:  This is one of those great early chapters in which nothing happens, and yet, everything happens. The depressing first half brings us closer to our protagonists – beset Mr Chapman; grieving, angry Neil; and poor little Josh, who didn’t sign up for any of it and just wants to be four in peace. As an adult reader I feel rather sorry for Mr Chapman, but I can also see how any child reading this who has been through similar experiences to Neil might side with him at this point.

During Neil’s exploration of the museum I was of course reminded of Ben’s run-in with the grisly exhibits of the lifeboat museum in The Whitby Witches. In that book, however, the tale of the drowned sailors is a one-time creepy anecdote which does not appear again, whereas here, we’ve got room after dusty room of foreshadowing. Who or what will be our monster of the week, readers all? Will it be the Egyptian mummies, so rudely hauled from their final rest? The curse of Pygmalion, the ghosts of those shrunken heads, the salve-less eye? Or perhaps, fate forfend, the deeply Robiny devil-box of Belial?

Then there’s the Websters and their somewhat haphazard but apparently loyal following. Aidan makes his first appearance, and expositions a bit for our intrigued delight. (Oh come on, even first-time readers know he’s going to be important, dressed like that and yelling at the aged sisters like he knows them.)

We’ve only known Aidan five minutes, but I have to point him out as one of my favourites of this trilogy. There’s something oddly cross-series about him; I wouldn’t be surprised if he claimed to have wandered the Thirteen Hills of Mooncaster, or to have met the werlings. (And now I’m foreshadowing, as if there isn’t enough of that to be getting on with in this chapter!) There’s also Mr Creepy Anorak With The Glasses, but the less said about him at the moment, the better.

Matt’s Thoughts: So let me get this straight – we’re in the back-blocks of the East End of London somewhere, and a group of randoms make a regular pilgrimage to beg supplication of some entity that exists in an old drinking fountain?

And upstairs there is a room containing demonic artefacts?

I’m hooked.