For thirteen years, the gates of Bordertown have remained closed, its denizens living on only in the memories of readers, both newcomers and old-timers alike, and the vast assortment of fan groups and websites and more. Now, with the publication of Welcome to Bordertown, those gates have once again been opened. Like any gate to faerie, the passage through is fraught with danger and excitement. Danger in that as you turn the pages, time will pass strangely and you’ll return to the life you once knew somehow changed. Excitement in that Welcome to Bordertown brings together authors from the original series as well as new voices to share their experience of this most beloved place between worlds. And one of those original authors, Ellen Kushner, has joined forces with Holly Black as co-editor of the latest collection of stories and poems to guide us through this haven for outcasts and outsiders, for lovers of all things faerie, and for those of us who live in a Bordertown of our own.
Humans are social creatures, and yet so many of us feel as though no matter what we do we will never, ever belong to the human world. This is no doubt one of the reasons the Borderland series struck such a chord when the first title appeared in 1986.
Back then I was a very young mother. The year before I’d had my first daughter (just after I’d turned eighteen), and in August of ’86 my second daughter arrived. Raising a a child (or two) when the rest of the world is still treating you like one is a very alienating experience, but it was by no means the only thing that made me feel like an outsider all of those years ago. I was too busy keeping my own elfin tribe out of trouble to have much time for reading when Borderland first appeared, but when I discovered Life on the Border (1991) a few years later, I realized I was not alone. This was a revelation, for despite Life on the Border and the rest of the Borderland series being labeled as fiction, it is in such fiction that meaningful truths can be found. You see, Bordertown opens its gates to anyone, even young mothers with nowhere else to go. It gives everyone a place to belong.
Following on from Life on the Border were three complementary novels by two authors whose work had first appeared in the second volume, Bordertown. (You can read their original Bordertown story, “Danceland” online here.) Will Shetterly gave us Elsewhere (1991) and Nevernever (1993), and Emma Bull’s Finder was released in 1994. And then, in 1998, The Essential Bordertown: A Traveller’s Guide to the Edge of Faerie appeared. It was the final anthology to be published in the Bordertown series… until now
Emma Bull and Will Shetterly are joined in Welcome to Bordertown by Ellen Kushner and Terri Windling, Cory Doctorow (whose story “Shannon’s Law” is available to read on the Tor website here and as a podcast here), Patricia A. McKillip, Catherynne M. Valente, Amal El-Mohtar, Steven Brust, Alaya Dawn Johnson, Jane Yolen, Janni Lee Simner, Sara Ryan (whose story has been gloriously drawn by Dylan Meconis) , Tim Pratt, Annette Curtis Klause, Nalo Hopkinson, Delia Sherman, Christopher Barzak, Holly Black and Cassandra Clare, Neil Gamain, and Charles de Lint: all names you should recognize and whose work is eternally suffused with faerie. We also get two introductions: one by Holly Black and one by Terri Windling, who lead us gracefully across the Border and away. There’s even a “Letter from the Diggers”!
We at Cabinet des FÃ©es are very privileged to be able to offer two more of the works inside Welcome to Bordertown. Here is one of them:
by Delia Sherman
All mortals see the Border differently.
I go to Danceland, CafÃ© Cubana, The Dancing Ferret
With my notebook, my pen, my most interested smile.
These are their answers:
A stone wall with broken pixies on top
A wave of dark water, never-breaking
Blood-edged shards of glass
Apple blossoms and silver trout
A row of grim warriors, carved in onyx
Bones and stones and baby teeth
A sleeping dragon, infinitely long
I believe them all.
Believing is what I do.
Iâ€™ve asked elves, too,
In Traderâ€™s Heaven, Elftown, Gryphon Park.
These are their answers:
The polite ones say:
â€œWe do not speak of that.â€
The rough ones say:
â€œMortal bones and skulls. You want to contribute?â€
I record them all.
Recording is what I do.
I gather them and study them,
Poetry and fact
From runaways and questers
From artists and their muses
The enchanted and the cynics
The natives and the neighbors.
I make graphs, note patterns.
I formulate theories.
Here is one:
The lives of elves are long.
They are easily bored.
They eat dreams for breakfast,
Are empty again by lunch.
Here is another:
Mortal dreams are like snowflakes,
No two alike:
Each reflects the soul that dreams it
Like a mirror in a fun house.
And a third, to make up the spell:
Mortals need mysteries.
They may not like them, but they need them
As vampires need blood,
As elves need mortals.
Readers take note: this poem is indicative of all of the work inside this collection. It will reveal and conceal the faerie we wish we knew, and it will lead us to and away from the faerie that is. Here is another:
by Patricia A. McKillip
Two daughters had the butcherâ€™s wife,
Alike as day and night,
Alike as dross and gold, the two,
As moon shadow and light.
As tots one pinched and bit and tore,
Laughed at the otherâ€™s cries.
She smacked her sister with her dolls,
Pulled off their staring eyes.
One sister fled her motherâ€™s arms,
Chortled at her chiding,
Would not sit still for song or tale,
And mocked her motherâ€™s guiding.
The other learned to sew and weed,
To count and read a book,
She weighed chops in the butcherâ€™s shop,
And helped her mother cook.
The one grew willow-tall and pale,
Green eyes like leaves in frost,
Hair of milk and moonlight mixed,
Bright smile freely tossed.
The other was of earth and mold,
Fox teeth and foxfire hair,
Eyes shy and wide like wild things
Warned early to beware.
The one loved night and air that smelled
Of wine and sweat and smoke.
She danced and drank the night away,
Crept to bed as others woke.
The other craved the sun and earth,
Dug and hoed and planted,
Buried with each seed the thought
Her sister was enchanted.
One said yes to all the men
And no to all their hope.
She let them love, then laughed at them,
Let them curse and mope.
The other loved but one kind man,
True in word and kiss.
Her sister teased and laughed and flaunted
The beauty he would miss.
He did not see the one for love
Ablaze in the otherâ€™s heart.
She took his hand, he sang with her,
They knew theyâ€™d never part.
Her father smiled at their news,
Invited all the town,
Her mother cried and stitched her tears
Like pearls in the wedding gown.
But on their day she found her veil
Torn from hem to crown,
Her shoes dirt-filled, her flowers tossed,
Her cake thrown upside down.
â€œBeautiful sister, cruel sister,
Why must you torment me?
You have all I have and more.
Why canâ€™t you let me be?â€
From her sisterâ€™s eye there came a tear,
The first that ever fell,
Hard and cold as diamond
Forged in a special hell.
â€œNo sister of mine are you,â€ she said.
â€œNo mother did we share.
Mine brought me here and took my heart,
Then left without a care.
â€œYou are human, these paths are yours
That map the human heart.
The stony streets I walk lead back
To the hollow where they start.â€
â€œThen, sister mine,â€ the other said,
â€œMy elfin rose and thorn,
You must leave and follow moonlightâ€™s path
To find where you were born.â€
The one touched her and held her fast
For a breath, another tear,
The other still as a wild thing
Encircled by her fear.
Then she was out the door and gone,
The other with love and rue
Smiling in the wreck of her wedding day,
Tipping the earth from her shoe.
Now that we’ve shared these two exemplary poems with you, we’d like to withdraw from the work inside and turn our attention to one of the women responsible for gathering these delights into Welcome to Bordertown. Ellen Kushner has been a mainstay of the Bordertown series since Borderland was published in 1986. First she gave us “Charis”, then, with Bellamy Bach, “Mockery” (in Bordertown, also 1986), then “Lost in the Mall” (a story in parts appearing in Life on the Border, 1991), and finally “Hot Water: A Bordertown Romance” (in The Essential Bordertown, 1998). I asked Ellen how it feels, as one of the original Borderland authors, to have returned as co-editor of Welcome to Bordertown.
Ellen Kushner: I thought being co-editor would be a piece of cake: Y’know, just do what Terri did: ask a bunch of really good writers familiar with Bordertown to write new stories, and stick’em in the book! That’s how it always seemed to work in the past — from the outside (and may I just say here that I’m so glad none of our authors this time was as heart-stoppingly late with their stories as I always used to be?)… Then I discovered just how much work it actually was to answer authors’ questions about the series, and vet their ideas for a sort of emotional accuracy: “Is this really a Bordertown story?” Thank heavens I had Holly at my side — what an amazing reader that girl is! — and, of course, Secret Weapon Terri Windling was waiting in Devon for that day we descended on her en masse with a suitcase full of copyedited mss., and sat ’round a big table together checking all the stories against the original volumes and against each other, making sure the details interwove. I guess you asked how did I feel, and not what did I do — mostly, I felt like Terri had handed me a sacred trust, and I was terribly worried about disappointing her. So I was hugely relieved when she loved the stories as much as we do!
I also asked Ellen to share her own insights as to why this series was and is so beloved by so many readers.
Ellen Kushner: To be honest, I think some of it has to do with the quality of the writing. Seriously: I had warm memories of the series, but hadn’t actually looked inside their covers in a long time. So it was with some trepidation that I opened the old volumes to re-read in preparation for editing the new one (yes, I’m still the world’s biggest procrastinator!), kind of prepared to be gently embarrassed at the excesses of our collective youth — and I was genuinely astonished at just how good those stories were! I don’t think you can discount that as part of the equation. The emotional allure of Bordertown has, I think, been eloquently documented in the ARC contests that Terri ran on the new Bordertown website, and Emma Bull’s on her Livejournal.
We also wrote a video “mockumentary” on why kids run away to Bordertown!
And here it is!
One of my favorite things about Welcome to Bordertown is the dedication one finds inside: “For Terri Windling, who showed us the way to the Border”. Terri Windling created Borderland for teenage readers, but like all things faerie, a reader’s age is a fluid thing and the stories and poems in the series are perfectly timeless. Here I am, in my mid-forties, still finding joy in the shared world Terri ushered into being. Terri has written about the Borderland series here, and about the video “mockumentary” here, and of course we always recommend following Terri’s blog for more information on Bordertown in particular and her creative life in Devon in general.
Ellen Kushner and Holly Black also blog extensively about Welcome to Bordertown, and if you do a little searching on the web you’ll uncover post after post about readers’ and writers’ experiences on the Border. Fortunately for us, there is an updated list of wonderful Bordertown posts on the Bordertown Series website.
My own experience of life on the Border as a young mother has somewhat shifted. My daughters have grown, and some of them have had children of their own. That keeps me firmly in the place of being looked at askance when people find out that yes, I am a grandmother — still too young to be taken seriously (no matter how much grey hair I have), and yet still, and always, welcome in Bordertown. And you, no matter how strange you feel in this human world, will certainly be welcome there, too.
Welcome to Bordertown
Ed. Ellen Kushner & Holly Black
Random House Books for Young Readers (24 May 2011)
Hardcover: 544 pages