This books starts with an older couple living an old England shrouded in mist and forgetting. They’d like to venture to see their son, but they can barely remember why he left, and if they should go. They’re finally able to push through the mists enough to set out on their journey, and they encounter strange people, and a land in confusion. This is the world post-King Arthur, and something is suppressing their memories.
The writing in this book is lovely, and the post-Arthur setting gives a really interesting meditation on what comes after someone incredibly transformational, when maybe the world wasn’t ready for them. But, the ending really annoyed me. I don’t mind parables, but I think I needed a little more of a firmer direction here to make this story truly resonate for me. The end left too much up to my imagination.