Ursula K. Le Guin's way of interpreting the world is something that I admire more and more each passing day. She has become an author who, for me, suddenly starts to create a void regarding her pen, turning into a necessity. I also especially like her productivity for this reason. My story of reading "Magic" began in a similar way. Reading was necessary to get rid of the viruses and worries that have infiltrated our lives and seized our minds. Ursula was a somewhat more luxurious need. When I thought I had no book in my hand, of course, I was very happy to realize that I had forgotten to return one of the books I borrowed from my friend to her. The reason for telling the story part is that it was one of the best things that happened to me within the period of a few days of the book and I don't want to forget the feelings I felt.
When it comes to the book, "Magic" is a work in the style of a long-breathing fairy tale. Our narrator Orrec has a very beautiful language in this regard, conveying his worries, joys, questions, and happiness to the reader and listener with his own fabulous magic. Although the story seems to be formed around the magic passed down from father to son and mother to daughter in a world similar to the one we live in, in fact, as the author usually does, it turns into a deep questioning process. I will also express what I have dreamed and thought through Gry, Melle, Brantor Canoc, and Orrec as a result of this questioning.
The representation, use, and effect of power on people were all things that we can find even without magic in real life. Genetically, who knows what kind of powers we are endowed with? Power is actually an element that also gives birth to weakness. We often see this in the book. The fact that there is no free privilege actually exists in many of our author's books. This is a reality that also defines life itself.
In the story, we read about a child's discovery of his own power in the turmoil of growing up. Even if he does not echo the magic belonging to his father unexpectedly, the process of understanding what he has, the conflict that the presence/absence of power creates in a person during this period, and finally, we witness his deprivation. It allows us to believe in and not be afraid of many things that are not based on the desires at the foundation of humanity. It is necessary not to go into details without spoiling the surprise in this regard. But if I focus on the feelings I felt again, there is an essence within us that is independent of rules, legends, and the patterns that confine us. It is when we listen to that place that we have the chance to reach our identity beyond time. When we follow someone one after another, we completely miss the opportunity to fall into our own illusions. The closer this person is to us, the more exciting everything becomes.
If we have to continue from the content of the book, the parent-child conflict was presented in the best possible forms that can happen for every gender. We can also call this part the struggle to exist with adults despite being adults. I really liked the character of Melle, who was an oval far from the worlds of the mountains and magic users. She had a spirit that could resist every kind of wind. Indeed, the corruption of Brantor Ogge stems from her gentle resistance. We get to know the jealous and malicious minds that are even more hated because they cannot be frightened. These types also await us at every step in our lives.
Canoc was someone we met again and again as a father, a spouse, a child, and a brantor. This expression can actually be valid for everyone who changes and transforms. In the stories told by Orrec, in fact, you are getting to know the layers of a person. If we think that we are moving forward without knowing what we are turning into in this era that we all go through, it is good to take a break. It was a book that provided this pause for me. At the end of everything, it is strange to decide to walk towards a world where we are relieved of what is expected of us, we hold our sorrows in our hearts, and we remove and throw away the bags under our eyes. Maybe magic lives by finding its own path independently of powers with sight, hands, breath, and will.