Greetings, all. Prudence here.! This post is in memoriam of the glorious Mary Stewart, writer of so many wonderful things, and, most importantly to me, of my favourite book of all time, in any genre – Ludo and the Star Horse.
It’s a beautiful tale of a boy and his horse, who, when covered in a snowdrift, find themselves making a strange and terrible journey through the zodiac. It’s all the feelings, perfectly told. It makes me sob like the child I was when I first read it, every time. It’s wonderful. I dream of adapting it into a film one day. Literally, I dream of this a lot.
Mary Stewart died last week, at the magnificent age of 97. She left us with some incredible stories, and she built blocks of my childhood (time spent playing A Walk in Wolf Wood, for example!), and she wrote the magnificent Merlin quintet which is always, always a joy to come back to.
Like the very greatest writers, I always feel I’m in safe hands when I pick up one of her novels. If I’ve been consuming contemporary literature in abundance, over-reading the pulpy things, or struggling through something I’m not enjoying but want to know how it ends, sometimes I come back to her stories for that perfect sensation of flying through prose like a hot knife through butter, for the comfort of being with a writer who’s so completely comfortable with their craft and characters that all that’s left for you to do is read, read, read and enjoy.
I’m so utterly grateful for her works, and never tire of sharing Ludo and the Star Horse, amongst her other works, with anyone and everyone I can. Rest in Peace, Mary Stewart, and thanks, from the bottom of my heart, for all the stories.