Little, Big

Little, Big

by John Crowley
Little, Big

Little, Big

by John Crowley

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Overview

John Crowley's masterful Little, Big is the epic story of Smoky Barnable, an anonymous young man who travels by foot from the City to a place called Edgewood—not found on any map—to marry Daily Alice Drinkawater, as was prophesied. It is the story of four generations of a singular family, living in a house that is many houses on the magical border of an otherworld. It is a story of fantastic love and heartrending loss; of impossible things and unshakable destinies; and of the great Tale that envelops us all. It is a wonder.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780062124043
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 05/22/2012
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: eBook
Pages: 576
Sales rank: 213,540
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

John Crowley lives in the hills of northern Massachusetts with his wife and twin daughters. He is the author of ten previous novels as well as the short fiction collection, Novelties & Souvenirs.

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Chapter One

Men are men, but Man is a woman.
— Chesterton

On a certain day in June, 19—, a young man was making his way on foot northward from the great City to a town or place called Edgewood, that he had been told of but had never visited. His name was Smoky Barnable, and he was going to Edgewood to get married; the fact that he walked and didn't ride was one of the conditions placed on his coming there at all.

Somewhere to Elsewhere

Though he had left his City room early in the morning it was nearly noon before he had crossed the huge bridge on a little-used walkway and come out into the named but boundaryless towns on the north side of the river. Through the afternoon he negotiated those Indian-named places, usually unable to take the straight route commanded by the imperious and constant flow of traffic; he wentneighborhood by neighborhood, looking down alleys and into stores. He saw few walkers, even indigenous, though there were kids on bikes; he wondered about their lives in these places, which to him seemed gloomily peripheral, though the kids were cheerful enough.

The regular blocks of commercial avenues and residential streets began gradually to become disordered, thinning like the extremesof a great forest; began to be broken by weedy lots as though by glades; now and then a dusty undergrown woods or a scruffy meadow announced that it was available to be turned into an industrial park. Smoky turned that phrase over in his mind, since that seemed truly the placein the world where he was, the industrial park, between the desert and the sown.

He stopped at a bench where people could catch buses from Somewhere to Elsewhere. He sat, shrugged his small pack from his back, took from it a sandwich he had made himself — another condition — and a confetti-colored gas-station road map. He wasn't sure if the map were forbidden by the conditions, but the directions he'd been given to get to Edgewood weren't explicit, and he opened it.

Now. This blue line was apparently the cracked macadam lined with untenanted brick factories he had been walking along. He turned the map so that this line ran parallel to his bench, as the road did (he wasn't much of a map reader) and found, far off to his left, the place he walked toward. The name Edgewood didn't appear, actually, but it was here somewhere, in this group of five towns marked with the legend's most insignificant bullets. So. There was a mighty double red line that went near there, proud with exits and entrances; he couldn't walk along that. A thick blue line (on the model of the vascular system, Smoky imagined all the traffic flowing south to the city on the blue lines, away on the red) ran somewhat nearer, extending corpuscular access to towns and townlets along the way. The much thinner sclerotic blue line he sat beside was tributary to this; probably commerce had moved there, Tool Town, Food City, Furniture World, Carpet Village. Well... But there was also, almost indistinguishable, a narrow black line he could take soon instead. He thought at first that it led nowhere, but no, it went on, faltering, seeming at first almost forgotten by the mapmaker in the ganglia, but then growing clearer in the northward emptiness, and coming very near a town Smoky knew to be near Edgewood.

That one, then. It seemed a walker's road.

After measuring with his thumb and finger the distance on the map he had come, and how far he had to go (much farther), he slung on his pack, tilted his hat against the sun, and went on.

A Long Drink of Water

She was not much in his mind as he walked, though for sure she hadn't been far from it often in the last nearly two years he had loved her; the room he had met her in was one he looked into with the mind's eye often, sometimes with the trepidation he had felt then, but often nowadays with a grateful happiness; looked in to see George Mouse showing him from afar a glass, a pipe, and his two tall cousins: she, and her shy sister behind her.

It was in the Mouse townhouse, last tenanted house on the block, in the library on the third floor, the one whose mullioned windows were patched with cardboard and whose dark rug was worn white in pathways between door, bar and windows. It was that very room.

She was tall.

She was nearly six feet tall, which was several inches taller than Smoky; her sister, just turned fourteen, was as tall as he. Their party dresses were short, and glittered, hers red, her sister's white; their long, long stockings glistened. What was odd was that tall as they were they were shy, especially the younger, who smiled but wouldn't take Smoky's hand, only turned away further behind her sister.

Delicate giantesses. The older glanced toward George as he made debonair introductions. Her smile was tentative. Her hair was red-gold and curly-fine. Her name, George said, was Daily Alice.

He took her hand, looking up. "A long drink of water," he said, and she began to laugh. Her sister laughed too, and George Mouse bent down and slapped his knee. Smoky, not knowing why the old chestnut should be so funny, looked from one to another with a seraphic idiot's grin, his hand unrelinquished.

It was the happiest moment of his life.

It had not been, until he met Daily Alice Drinkwater in the library of the Mouse townhouse, a life particularly charged with happiness; but it happened to be a life suited just right for the courtship he then set out on. He was the only child of his father's second marriage, and was...

Little, Big. Copyright © by John Crowley. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Reading Group Guide

Introduction

Little, Big tells the epic story of Smoky Barnable -- an anonymous young man who meets and falls in love with Alice Daily Drinkwater, and goes to live with her in Edgewood, a place not found on any map. In an impossible mansion full of her relatives, who all seem to have ties to another world not far away, Smoky fathers a family and tries to learn what tale he has found himself in -- and how it is to end.

Questions for Discussion

  1. Who is Smoky Barnable and what brings him from the City to Edgewood? What kind of personal transformation does his relationship with Daily Alice Drinkwater bring about? How does their love for each other change over the course of Little, Big?

  2. Who built the house, and what is its significance to the characters in Little, Big?

  3. In Edgewood, animals talk, people disappear into thin air, and a set of magical cards reveals the progress of the Tale. How did you interpret these fantastical elements?

  4. How would you characterize the relationship between Daily Alice and her sister Sophie? Who introduces them to the world of fairies, and what role does each sister play in the final stages of the Tale?

  5. Dr. Bramble describes the fairy world to John Drinkwater as "another world entirely ... enclosed within this one ... the further in you go, the bigger it gets." How does the fairy world intersect with the real world in Little, Big?

  6. In Little, Big, old and young contribute equally to the progress of the tale. Discuss some of the contributions of the older characters (Nora Cloud, Violet Bramble Drinkwater, Grandfather Trout, Mrs. Underhill) and the younger characters (Tacey, Lily, Lucy, and Auberon Barnable).

  7. What happens to Auberon Barnable when he goes to the City to seek his fortune? Where does he live, who does he meet, and how is he changed by what he encounters? The story of Auberon in the City is called The Wild Wood. In what ways is the City like a wild wood?

  8. How do Ariel Hawksquill, the Noisy Bridge Rod and Gun Club, and Russell Eigenblick threaten the security of the world at Edgewood? What kind of political event do they hope to bring about, and how is that ambition ultimately frustrated?

  9. Who is Lilac Barnable? Discuss her uncertain paternity, her multiple disappearances, and the role she plays in this family's saga. What were your impressions of her character?

  10. What happens to the family at the end of Little, Big? How and why is Smoky's fate different from the others'? What becomes of Edgewood? What were your thoughts at the end of the novel?

About the Author

John Crowley was born in 1942 on an Army Air Corps base and grew up in Vermont and Indiana. A recipient of the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters Award in Literature, Mr. Crowley's works include Ægypt, Love & Sleep, Dæmonomania, The Deep, Beasts, Engine Summer, Novelties & Souvenirs, and, most recently, The Translator. He teaches fiction and film writing at Yale and lives in western Massachusetts with his wife and twin daughters.

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