I had no idea that Robert Macfarlane had been working on a radio adaptation of Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising (1973) until ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asakiyume sent me his announcement. I was given my first copy of that book for my eleventh birthday. I made my second friend in college by chanting all three verses of the Sign-Seeker's rhyme in unison. I have two out of three of the editions whose covers are included in Macfarlane's Twitter thread. I find that the first thing I want from the production is the incidental music by Johnny Flynn, but Toby Jones as the Walker makes as much sense as anyone outside my head, especially in light of By Our Selves (2015). I am assuming Harriet Walter as the wren-boned Lady, but then again she was such a definitive Brutus, I am slightly wondering what it would do to the story if she were Merriman. Outside of a couple of random roles, I don't think I know Paul Rhys at all. I never think of the novel in dramatic form because Cooper's prose is as vivid as stained glass—a curved, many-petalled blossom blazed there, each petal a different shade of the colours of flame—but since I trust Macfarlane with its bones, apparently this year I will be spending the solstice and its succeeding twelve days trying to listen to the BBC. I will have so many emotions if they go on with the series and get to The Grey King (1975). I wonder if Macfarlane could be persuaded to work with Greer Gilman's Moonwise (1991).
asakiyume sent me his announcement. I was given my first copy of that book for my eleventh birthday. I made my second friend in college by chanting all three verses of the Sign-Seeker's rhyme in unison. I have two out of three of the editions whose covers are included in Macfarlane's Twitter thread. I find that the first thing I want from the production is the incidental music by Johnny Flynn, but Toby Jones as the Walker makes as much sense as anyone outside my head, especially in light of By Our Selves (2015). I am assuming Harriet Walter as the wren-boned Lady, but then again she was such a definitive Brutus, I am slightly wondering what it would do to the story if she were Merriman. Outside of a couple of random roles, I don't think I know Paul Rhys at all. I never think of the novel in dramatic form because Cooper's prose is as vivid as stained glass—a curved, many-petalled blossom blazed there, each petal a different shade of the colours of flame—but since I trust Macfarlane with its bones, apparently this year I will be spending the solstice and its succeeding twelve days trying to listen to the BBC. I will have so many emotions if they go on with the series and get to The Grey King (1975). I wonder if Macfarlane could be persuaded to work with Greer Gilman's Moonwise (1991).
