I met Blue Griffiths at a coffee shop in Kelowna BC, Canada. He filled his side of the table with his personality, his charm, and his characteristically engulfing physical presence. He wore the clothes of a made man, but his face held the contours of a man who has traveled throughout the universe.

He had a proposition for my mother, a career writer, editor and small time publisher. He wanted some serious work done on his novel series. He wanted it packaged, combed through, and ready to ship.

Ships he knew about, or yachts, rather. His protagonist, Chandor the Mariner, was a mysterious man, but not quite a man, or perhaps more than one. Chandor the Mariner is an elf of the Light. Elves were my specialty at the time, having studied Old Icelandic lore. I informed Mr. Griffiths that elves of Light are called Ljósálfar according to our old edda. He thanked me for the suggestion and incorporated it into his piece.

The following weeks were field with encounters with this interesting author. I learned more about his story, read his four gigantic novels in their first draft forms, and made a few comments, of which he has over exaggerated the importance. No matter. I spent time in his chalet on our local ski mountain, and enjoyed the comfort of his home and excellent barbeque skills. I came to know him as a world traveler and collector of cultural knowledge. His extensive world cultural knowledge could not be compiled by a team of ivy school professors if they had unlimited funding on a twenty-year field mission.

He enlisted my services in using Microsoft Word, and informing him about using a common scanner, for most of his novels (he had a bookshelf dedicated to them) were typewritten and bound in Thailand, which he personally visited for the task.

In his books, he describes the elves. They are for the most part immortal, unless killed by weapons. They are bound by tradition. They are trained in lethal martial arts from a very young age. They reject modern technology, although lately some heterodox elves have been learning about new tech. They connect with others through a power called cascade, which heightens emotions in all activities including intimate encounters. They are lightning quick and lethal if provoked. Their numbers are few, but those numbers have no problem infiltrating every level of human society for various good and evil purposes. The dark elves, Dökkálfar, are sadistic and powerful. They torture without regret. They break the elven codes, but in many cases they have become quite powerful. Elves have no problem getting money, power and sex. They are persuasive unto being trained hypnotists. Blue does not write of them as an outsider. He has an intimate knowledge of these creatures. If you talk with him about this topic you will discover that he can speak of his fiction as if it were reality. As if…

Blue spent much of his life in a yacht, traveling around the world. That’s where he gets the scenes for his worldly adventures described in his novels. The parallels between him and his character, Chandor the Mariner, are noteworthy. I will break he author’s code and argue that in this case, author and character blend eerily.

How far can I draw this connection? My imagination goes wild sometimes, but hear me out. I would be more likely to read Chandor the Mariner as Blue’s biography than his own autobiography. You know when you’re in the presence of someone otherworldly. I felt it.

He does not write like a twentieth-century writer. He capitalizes scores of his nouns and even some verbs. This is a style that has not been used since the Victorian period, but most notably, it was used in medieval homilies. The basics of his first draft showed a preference toward archaic contractions and his genitives were often missing apostrophes, which is characteristically medieval. In short, he writes like a monk trained in a medieval scriptorium. Some might call it sloppy writing, but I recognize the hand. During my studies at UVic I focused on manuscript archiving and even had the chance to closely view a fifteenth century manuscript held in special collections. I developed an eye for this sort of thing.

I only hope my fancies are false. The kind of evil he writes of is inconceivable. I have never read of such sadism, of such twisted desires held by such strong hands. One wonders if he has encountered it. He writes with such perfect clarity, not of one who is constructing plots and developing characters, but of one who is simply remembering and recording.

How could anyone, or rather, why would anyone even want to, recall such terrors? Maybe you need to read it to understand, and perhaps you need to meet him to know that I am not making this up. I’m sure he will be signing copies of his book in your town some day soon. However, maybe you wouldn’t want to know about this sort of thing. We humans are happier when we are ignorant, don’t you think? Isn’t ignorance bliss? Especially ignorance of the kind of terror about which Blue Griffiths has written!

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  1. kalabalu says:

    I like elves..and i think after reading this post, what do you think inspires the virus/worms attack..hmm the dark elves..

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