A Robin Hobb Rereading Series, Entry 453: Fool’s Quest, Chapter 31

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Following an excerpt from Bee’s dream journal, “Loose Ends” opens with Fitz leafing through the same in a sleepless night, rehearsing some of his earlier follies (notably this and perhaps this) and resolving to proceed, but with more deliberation. That deliberation pushes him to return to Withywoods to settle matters there, something to which the Fool objects angrily.

It beckons…
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Fitz takes Perseverance with him when he goes, and the guard company commanded by Foxglove accompanies the pair. Their progress towards Withywoods is glossed and uneventful, and Fitz is welcomed back with reports of events there since his last visit. He secures what had been Bee’s room and directs that Shine’s and Lant’s belongings be forwarded to Buckkeep. And in the evening, he considers his course of action, finding himself unexpectedly in communion with Nettle through the Skill.

The next morning sees Fitz begin to learn from the household staff more of how events had fallen out since he was last on site. He learns also, to his surprise, that his treatment of Ellik and other Chalcedean raiders has been made known to the folk of Withywoods by way of Perseverance, who reports sadly on the state of his own mother. Foxglove is also apprised of matters and apologizes for her earlier cool treatment of Fitz.

Fitz spends more time putting things in order, his efforts glossed until he comes to sorting his personal effects. Those receive more detail, few as they are, as he arranges some and seeks out others that he knows Bee had secreted away. As he goes about that work, Fitz is overwhelmed by grief, prompting another Skill-sending from Nettle. As they confer, she notes that the Fool has gone missing, and Fitz offers some recommendation of where he might be found. Too, the two commiserate, after which Fitz outfits himself for the work he means to do.

Outfitted, Fitz reads Bee’s writings, finding himself often moved to tears by them. The next morning, Fitz takes a few things to Bee’s hiding place and locks it before taking his leave.

My background of media consumption shows itself, certainly, in one reaction I had to rereading the chapter. As Fitz equips himself for his trip to Clerres, I was reminded of nothing so much as Batman. The belt full of pouches of weapons and other accoutrements, weapons secreted in other places on his person, and the like all seem very much in the line of Bruce Wayne and his clandestine exploits–although, of course, Fitz is not so skilled as the Dark Knight, and he has little compunction about killing even on a good day.

That little bit of old nerdery aside, it is good to see that Fitz can, occasionally, learn from his mistakes. Although he certainly has the impulse to charge ahead (and, as I read affectively, I find it understandable; I think I would want to charge off after someone who took my daughter, and I am, well, me), he manages to restrain it in favor of making more careful preparations and undertaking careful pursuit. Admittedly, the lesson comes late for him; he reflects on earlier follies, and the fact that they are plural is an indication that he is not always the best of students. His more recent expedition, even in the present volume, suggests as much more forcefully. But the lesson seems, at last, to have taken, and that is good to see.

I don’t know that the present chapter offers a whole lot in terms of scholarly interest; it seems a narrative need, an accounting-for of some of the titular loose ends rather than any thing unto itself. There are a few offhanded comments about religion to be found, and those might be of some interest if there is some revisitation of an earlier project of mine. I’m not averse to doing such a thing, as might well be noted, and I’ve as much as declared my intent to extend at least one earlier project already; I might as well do another one, too, adding to my scholarly somedays. Too, there might be something to do regarding torture–which the present chapter references without presenting directly–as that is a recurring theme in Hobb’s work (not only in the Realm of the Elderlings novels; the Soldier Son series, which I will address at some point, has its share of such, as do some of the “peripheral” works under Hobb’s name). I’m not sure if and how I might address that, though, but there may well be time for me to consider it…and if I don’t, I’m sure someone else will.

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A Rumination on 6 June Observances

I‘ve written on this date in previous years (notably here and here), and it occurs to me as I look back over the records I have in this webspace (nearly ten years of them, now!) that it is a bit odd that I’ve only written as many times as I have on the date. As with a similar recent observance, however, I don’t know that I have anything to add to already-existing discussions of the events commemorated today; I’m not a historian whose work covers the 1940s, and I’ve already told my parents “Happy 44th Anniversary,” so that brings me more or less to the end of topical commentary.

Apropos, I think.
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Not that that will stop me from rambling on about something else. So much should be obvious by this point.

I have known a few people who took part in the events 81 years past, although I cannot claim to have known them well. Growing up where I did, it was unavoidable; growing up when I did, “known them well” was not something very much available. I cannot say with certainty what many of them would think about today, although I can guarantee that many of them would find much fault with how things are–and I’d even agree with some of them. (Not all, of course, but my curmudgeonly self doesn’t agree with anyone on everything–not even my curmudgeonly self.)

One point that I recall having heard voiced and with which I agree is appreciation that there has not been such a thing happen since as happened then. There have been fights, conflicts, wars since, to be sure; there are still many of each ongoing. But the scale and scope…those have not been equaled, so far as I know, and I do not think that such a thing could be wholly hidden anymore. (Whether that’s a good thing or not, I cannot say; most likely, like most things, it’s both.) That there has not been so large a thing, that so many have not had to face such things at once, I have been told by some who were there is a good thing; I cannot argue the point, and I do not care to try.

I have ideas about the lingering effects of such events. I have not done the work to bear them out fully; I do not have access to the resources that would allow me to do so, and I am not sure how many such still exist or would continue to exist long enough for me to be able to find them. The life I live now has many attractions, but access to research apparatus is not one of them, not for most things, not really. But I know that at least some of those attractions are results of what happened 81 years ago today, just as I know a great many of them result from what happened 44 years ago today, and insofar as those are true, I am grateful for what took place–even as I share the hope that the earlier kind of thing never happens again.

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Another Rumination on Vacation

I‘ve commented before–there are examples here and here–about the relative rarity of my taking time away from work and going anywhere that isn’t running some kind of errand or some work-related thing. (I’ve actually got one of those trips planned for the fall.) It’s still a rarity, to be sure, although it is becoming less of one; I am working at getting better at resting, which I know is a strange thing to read, particularly when written by someone who has an inside job with little heavy lifting after having made an attempt at living one of the nerdiest lives imaginable. (It is possible to be a bigger nerd than a literature professor, but it’s not easy.) But it is true; I have not been good about letting work stay at work or about taking time with my family over getting just a little bit more work done, and I am working to get better about that.

Still doesn’t quite apply, though…
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My wife is better about it than I am–so much so, in fact, that she has taken the whole week off from work, making time to spend with our daughter, Ms. 8, in this short stretch between the end of her school year and the beginning of a series of camps and workshops that will take up her summer. (She’s got several weeks of theatre camps and a week of Girl Scout camp coming up, Ms. 8. It will keep her busy–and in the right kind of trouble.) Already, the pair of them have gone to a nearby water park, and Ms. 8 has gotten to have a more local excursion that still seems to have suited her well, and I’m glad of both of them. My wife works harder than I do–she’s got her own job, and she has to put up with me and my stolidity–and so deserves the chance to do some of what she wants to do, and I naturally think my daughter should have it all (she also works for things; of that, I make sure).

Like I said, though, I’m improving. I wasn’t able to give the whole week to it, but I have taken off a couple of working days this week to spend with my wife and daughter. Per the former, we’ll be taking day trips over the next few days, revisiting some things that she and Ms. 8 have enjoyed and exploring some new things that they’ve found of interest. For my part, I’m more or less along for the ride; I’ve not improved to the point that I can actually seek out stuff to do that isn’t some new piece of work or another, which I know is not necessarily the best sign by which to navigate a life. But I’m happy to drive them around, saving them the trouble, and I’m trying to be open to the experiences they’ve got planned. If nothing else, it will be good to be around them as they make good memories together.

I’ll see about having something to say about my part in all of this.

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A Robin Hobb Rereading Series, Entry 452: Fool’s Quest, Chapter 30

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A commentary on how Nettle revitalized the corps of Skill-users in the Six Duchies precedes “Prince FitzChivalry.” The chapter, proper, begins with Fitz returning to his chambers briefly before making himself presentable for an audience with King Dutiful. As he does so and awaits the audience, Fitz muses on the presence of servants and their ministrations.

You know there’s a joke here…
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Fitz is admitted to the king’s presence, the chamber described as he enters it. Dutiful first thanks Fitz for recovering Shine. He then reminds Fitz that he occupies a place in the government of the Six Duchies, one that requires the king be able to trust him to act as a prince of the realm, and he bids him report, in full, his actions. Fitz does so “and left out no detail” (576). In response, Dutiful relives Fitz of his assassin’s duties, which takes Fitz aback.

Being dismissed from his audience with the king, Fitz stalks out without clear purpose, only to be found by Spark and informed that he has been assigned new quarters, the Heliotrope apartments where Patience had formerly dwelt with Lacey. Spark adds that she and the Fool have also been re-quartered, the Fool returning to the rooms he had had as Lord Golden.

From that meeting, Fitz calls upon Chade, finding him in his own chambers and attended by Shine. Fitz is again taken aback, seeing the decline that has afflicted Chade in seeming haste. Conversation between Shine and Fitz is tense, but it soon turns to Shine’s latent talent with the Skill. Chade unlocks that talent, prompting outside intrusion, Nettle soon arriving to take matters in hand and sending Fitz on his way.

Reluctantly acceding to the Skillmistress’s command, Fitz leaves Chade’s rooms and seeks out his own new ones, inspecting them thoroughly and carefully. Finding little to keep him there, Fitz seeks out the Fool, who is upset about the relocation and the interference from Rosemary. Fitz is able to offer the Fool some comfort, and he makes some recommendations for how the Fool might proceed. Beginning to do so, Fitz recalls some of Patience’s wisdom, although he is jarred by how he is enacting it.

Time passes, and Fitz begins to plan how he will proceed, and he takes steps to enact his plans. Most of them take the form of separating himself from his attachments, ensuring that he is not needed where he is so that he can go to where he is needed. How the others in Buckkeep fare is noted, and plans are made to question Shine further about events. Nettle and a reluctant Kettricken assist with the questioning, and useful information is uncovered. Lant is less helpful, but Riddle manages to be of help with him.

At length, Fitz begins to recover his Skill, training it back up as he continues to retrain his body. More of his affairs are settled and those in his care committed to other caretakers. The Fool adopts another new guise, Mage Gray from Satine. Dutiful takes some pleasure in Fitz’s evident integration into the life of the nobility, and, over a conversation between them and Chade, the latter reveals some unexpected insights.

The present chapter prompts another of my many affective readings. Dutiful’s decree removing Fitz from assassin’s work–not only reassigning him, but forbidding him from them–is a career-adjustment that is not unfamiliar to me. I’ve written about it a few times, I think (this is an easy example; it links back to others, as well). There is quite a bit of unease involved in leaving behind a career for which one has trained for decades, even when that career has not been entirely or even largely fulfilling; there’s a lot of identity constructed in such training and execution (yes, the pun is intentional), and so there is a lot of existential uncertainty involved in leaving it behind. There’s more in being forced out of it, and it remains an uneasy adjustment even years later, because it’s not always if ever possible to leave such a background behind entirely (as I’ve noted, too, here and likely elsewhere). Once again, then, I find myself feeling for Fitz, which I still know is unacceptably sentimental but which I persist in doing, regardless.

The present chapter also offers an interesting little bit of humor, the backhanded kind of thing I’ve commented on before and continue to enjoy finding (again? I hope so). The chambers Fitz is given, the ones formerly inhabited by Patience when she had come to Buckkeep after Chivalry’s death, carry the name of a plant that seems to have originated in the Americas (per Luebert, Hilger, and Weigend, here; I do still try to work from good information, you know) and that is toxic to people and animals (per NC State University, here), with the addition of being more dangerous when not in blue than when in it (per New South Wales, here, despite comments about nativeness). Even if it is a weak support, it remains a support for some ideas that I have had. Too, Fitz has not always been healthy to be around, although he seems to be deadlier when he is not wearing Buck blue than when he is. Again, it’s a backhanded thing, but that there is something there to look at is a pleasure.

On the topic of naming: I remarked some years back that Fitz’s very name indicates fundamental failures in the chivalric ideal. In some ways, the present chapter motions towards Dutiful’s recognition of such; he comments, among other things, that the Farseers have failed Fitz in assigning him to the assassin’s duties in which he had been trained by royal command. (To his credit, he also includes Chade among those who have been wronged.) But even that is a failure on Dutiful’s part and a gesture towards the failures of chivalry; for one, the king does not deny the need for such services, glossing over the fact of his retention of Rosemary in the assassin’s role, and, for another, the litany of services that Dutiful recites to Fitz as things for which he is grateful are only possible because Fitz was trained as he was and had his familial connections. It is a peculiar myopia, and while it may well be in keeping with Dutiful’s own name that he feels and acts out of an obligation to his older cousin, it is perhaps not so much in it that he would remove from particular activity someone who has been a resource in that particular activity. To my eye, Fitz continues to be an emblem of the failures of the chivalric ideal, and I think a fuller explication of that will be another scholarly someday for me.

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