I just finished reading the last book in Lev Gossman’s Magicians trilogy, and doing so reminds me of one of my biggest frustrations with the series - I picked it up hoping for a really grown up interpretation of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe but Fillory isn’t really all that grown up. It’s actually all rather cutesy there in Fillory, with talking animals and ram gods and all. Oh, sure, that whole bit with Julia is rather horrifying, and you know the thing with Penny’s hands, and what happens to Alice, but honestly, they all get better so that lessens the impact of even those things.
So, even though I liked the first two books rather much and the last one middling, The Magicians isn’t really what I was looking for. I long for a trip through a wardrobe, through a looking glass, down a rabbit hole that lands our plucky protagonists in eldritch horror, not a land of horsies that can argue about whether they’ll go on to the mildly alarming stereotypically colored castle. A magical land full of ghosts and goblins, not good witches. Buildings in decay, danger around every corner, and any sane person would long to leave post-haste by whatever means landed them there in the first place.
More Innsmouth than Oz, do you know what I’m saying?
So… let’s be clear that we’re limiting stories to places were the magical land is apart from our earth. The protagonist(s) end up there anyway, like in The Lion, Witch and The Wardrobe, Magic Kingdom of Landover, or the Dark Tower, but not a magically hidden island or other earth-based place like Lost, Gulliver’s Travels, or Avalon, and not time-travel.
What’s the darkest place you can think of that a person has ended up while rummaging through a coat closet?
Does such a thing really exist (and yes, I think **The Dark Tower **is still too tame, ftr), or do I need to binge on Lovecraft and kids books simultaneously for a while and see what I can apply to paper myself after stewing in that?