![]() ![]() ![]() Our young man is Jude, son of Perkin Swinnard: Dictated as a series of recollections by our young hero to Brother Benedict, a monk who methodically inscribes his every word, day after day with quill on parchment, it is a touching tale of imagination and those unseen possibilities, of the clash between man and beast, of the differences between East and West when such great distances really meant something, and of life in an English monastery in 1356. Sherryl Jordan has renewed my faith in the possibilities with her dreamy medieval tale of a young man who stumbles into the situation of having to face the last dragon in England. I never feared dragons instead I always considered the hazy possibility that their presence in the ancient lore of so many cultures offered hope that someone someday would turn up evidence that they did, indeed, exist. ![]() ![]() Not at all a "music person," she still felt compelled to turn me on to Peter, Paul, and Mary's new hit song about a dragon named Puff. It was such an unusual thing for her to do that the memory is astonishingly vivid nearly forty years later: While sitting in a diner in Westbury, awaiting pancakes on a Sunday morning with the family and my grandparents, my mom fished a coin from her purse and stuck it in the mini-jukebox on the wall in the booth. 3 July 2002 THE HUNTING OF THE LAST DRAGON by Sherryl Jordan, HarperCollins, June 2002 ![]()
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