The Book follows an Albino emperor, named Elric who has given up his ruling of his land. Elric has done this in order to find out why he is on earth, why he exists. The book takes the reader along on all of Elric's journeys to find the meaning of life. Elric goes to many lands and fights off many mystical creatures to find this out. He will meet many new friends along the way, and the reader will lose some friends too, as you go along on his journeys.
I like how the book always kept me wanting more. The stories in the book are just as exciting as the next. It makes the reader feel like you are right next to Elric. The book is so descriptive. It almost makes the reader think that the monsters are real. I really like this description of Elric and his new found friend Shaarilla mounting their horses. "They mounted there swift, black horses and spurred them with abandoned savagery down the hillside towards the marsh, their clocks whipping behind them lashing them high into the air." In the book the vocabulary was easy enough, but I could not understand some of the names. I kept wanting to call Elric, Eric. I really thought that the cities were hard to pronounce like Jharokor, Imrryr, and Melnibone.
I recommend this book to readers who like adventure, fantasy books. This book has all of those great genres jammed packed into on whole book.
The Elric Saga is great fun out of the gate, with ELRIC OF MELNIBONE telling an original, complete tale of love, war, and betrayal...and with a compelling open end, to boot. But nothing is done with it. Elric drifts near-aimlessly through the second volume, and here, in volume three, Elric's much-awaited return...along with the Dreaming City's destruction, is glossed over in a mere 60 pages(!), only to return Elric to his tired, pointless wandering where he spends his time largely bemoaning his existence.
Once again, there're quicksand-like marshes, organic tunnels which take the belly of the whale metaphor a bit too literally, seemingly abandoned building's which give birth to ghastly monsters within, and stray companions who are easily disposable. It's all just more of the same, with a poorly relayed love interest haphazardly thrown in.
To reiterate, Elric's much-anticipated return to Melnibone is a shameful bust. We off-handedly find out that Elric is once again dethroned by his cousin, that his betrothed has once again been put to sleep by a spell, and that Elric is once again considered an outcast. No time is spent exploring his relationship with his hateful cousin Yyrkoon, Cymoril is a total non-entity as she sleeps right up until her unfortunate death, and Elric's other established friends and supporters from the first volume are completely ignored. I can't emphasize how much of a let-down all of this is. Elric secretly visits the Dreaming City days before its destruction...if he had but one conversation with a coherent Cymoril, or a brief, friendly encounter with his friend and supporter Dyvim Tvar (who isn't even mentioned!), this could have been infinitely better, allowing the reader to at least momentarily empathize with Elric. But alas, all the potential energy is fruitlesslly discarded.
I feel as if Moorcock became completely disinterested in the Dreaming City and wanted to be done with it as soon as possible, deferring, instead, to the enveloping (and boring) relationship of Elric and his symbiotic sword.
In my opinion, it's just a huge, wasted opportunity. Perhaps, if I were 14 years old again, none of this would matter and I'd be content with all the soul-sucking and incantations. But as an installment in a series with such a strong first part, WEIRD OF THE WHITE WOLF has extinguished any desire of mine to continue with the Saga.
Moorcock, you lost me.
The third book in the Elric series introduces the reader to Moonglum, Elric's longtime companion (and, thanks to AD&D's Deities and Demigods book, the companion most readers can't imagine him without). Much of the second novel moved away from the events of the first, and concentrated Elric's character on other adventures. The Weird of the White Wolf brings Elric back to Melnibonë along with Moonglum, their friend Smiorgan Baldhead, and an army of raiders bent on overthrowing Yyrkoon, who stole the throne when Elric left Melnibonë for a year to travel the world. For those wondering, whether you've read the book or not: the "weird" of the title is an archaic definition of the term, given by Merriam Webster as "One's assigned lot or fortune, especially when evil." And when he finds it, he's not all that happy about it. But that's to be expected when one's antihero has a crisis of conscience, I guess.
Certainly not a slow book by any means, nor a weak one in the context of the series. And it's definitely a necessity as a prelude to what comes after it. But I still felt there was something missing here; some pieces of description left out, a few places where things could have been filled in better. All of the Elric novels are short, to say the least (Stormbringer, the last and longest of them, clocks in a 217pp.), and feel as if they could use some fleshing out; this one, however, gives that feeling the most. One wonders if the brevity of them was not the insistence of the publisher, and what Moorcock would do with them, given the opportunity (a la King's unexpurgated edition of The Stand). Loads of fun, and highly recommended for fantasy and non-fantasy readers alike, as is the whole series. ****