The theocracy continues to hold strong sway over the world in the form of the Magisterium, putting one in mind of the European medieval era. Lyra’s world runs on anbaric energy, rather than electric. The grandiose style of narration is also well suited to the universe in which the story takes place – an amalgamation of what we in our world would call the old and the new. Pullman writes Lyra with such passion and sincerity that it is impossible to cringe at her grandiose emotions and gestures, impossible to do anything other than empathise completely and allow oneself to be pulled into the story itself to relive rather than re-read it. Because no one is more of an egotistical absolutist than Lyra herself. Well, excepting perhaps Anne of Green Gables.Ĭhildren are egotistical absolutists, and perhaps that is the key to writing in an authentic child’s voice. It is also a fantastic adventure that most realistically encapsulates the voice of childhood, of all the books I’ve read. The Golden Compass is the first part of a massive spiritual exploration.
Many good liars have no imagination at all it’s that which gives their lies such wide-eyed conviction. But for all of adulthood’s meanest efforts, The Golden Compass continues to stand the test of time. I’ve re-read the series quite a few times by now, and each time I expect adulthood to drop its dreadful axe and rip the stars from my eyes. And for a young, lonely child battling invisible demons and social restrictions, this book was a godsend. I first read The Golden Compass when I was 14, standing for an hour at a time at the local bookshop because I couldn’t even dream of buying the book, let alone afford it. Her carefree life is interrupted by the arrival of the menacing child kidnappers known as the Gobblers, and the Fates conspire to draw her into the larger political events of her world. Synopsis: Lyra Belacqua is a half-feral orphan raised by the absent-minded Scholars and pragmatic staff of Oxford’s Jordan College. Human beings can’t see anything without wanting to destroy it, Lyra. Somewhere out there is the origin of all the Dust, all the death, the sin, the misery, the destructiveness in the world. Cover art for The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman
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