Mulengro

Mulengro

by Charles de Lint

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Overview

A tale of magic and murder

The increasingly bizarre murders have baffled the police—but each death is somehow connected with the city's elusive Gypsy community. The police are searching for a human killer, but the Romany know better. They know the name of the darkness that hunts them down, one by one: Mulengro.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312873998
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 12/01/2003
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 400
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.89(d)

About the Author

Charles de Lint pioneered the urban fantasy genre with critically acclaimed novels and stories set in and around the imaginary modern North American city of Newford: The Onion Girl, Moonheart, The Ivory and the Horn, and the collection Moonlight and Vines, for which he won the World Fantasy Award. Among de Lint's many other novels are Mulengro, Into the Green, and The Little Country.

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One

Janfri Yayal watched his house burn down without expression.
The two-story, wood-frame structure was beyond rescue. Flames leapt half its height into the night skies. Smoke erupted from windows and eaves, roiling upward like a ghost escaping the doomed flesh of its host body. A gasp came from the watching crowd as a section of roof collapsed in a shower of sparks. The firemen pulled back, all too aware of how ineffectual their efforts were at this point. Janfri's only response was a nerve that twitched in his cheek.
The red light of the flames and the glare of the rotating beacons on the police cars and fire trucks flickered across his dark skin, highlighting the strong features set in their mask of indifference. He was oblivious to the growing crowd of thrill-seekers who jostled for position against the hastily-erected barricades that the police had set up. He watched the home he'd known for three years burning and remembered other fires. Not the cook and camp fires of his childhood, nor the pleasant crack and spit of seasoned wood burning in a stone hearth. Instead his mind thrust up memories of a man set afire and the crowd around him, jeering and laying wagers as to how long he would live. Of the wagons of his parents and grandparents and others of their kumpania burning in the night. Of the men who wore the four-armed symbol of the swastika and set countries alight with the same single-minded purpose with which they burned Gypsy wagons.
But there were no swastikas here. It was another symbol that had erased the expression from Janfri's features. He had seen it on the wall of his home before the flames and smoke took it from his sight--a scrawl of black paint that was meaningless to the Gaje, the non-Gypsies, but that he understood with a bleak emptiness. It meant marhime. Ceremonially defiled. Unclean. It was a message from another Rom to him that there was no welcome among the Gypsies for a Rom who had become too Gaje. And yet, though he understood, he could not believe that one of his people could have done such a thing. Such a display of violence was not the way of the Rom. One who was marhime was not tolerated in the company of o phral, the true Rom. He was ostracized from every facet of Rom society, but he was not treated with violence. Or fire.
And yet…He had seen the symbol, the black paint with the excess liquid dripping from its lines like drops of blood; and who else but a Rom knew that he was one of their own? Who else but a Rom would know the secret patrin and defile the wall of his home with it?
"Jesus, John," a voice said in hushed tones at his side. "You've lost everything."
Janfri's companion knew him as John Owczarek--one of Janfri's Gaje names. Like all Gypsies, Janfri used and discarded names as a Gajo might a suit of clothes. Only the other Rom of his kumpania knew him as Janfri la Yayal--Janfri son of Yayal--and they were most likely to call him by his nickname, o Boshbaro, "the Big Fiddle," for his skill on the instrument that was at this moment tucked under his arm, forgotten. To Rom who didn't know him as well he was simply Boshengro, "the fellow who plays the fiddle."
"I sure as hell hope you've got enough insurance to cover it," Tom Shaw added. He glanced at Janfri's face, puzzled by his friend's lack of emotion. It had to be shock, he decided, because the stiff lack of response he saw in Janfri's features simply didn't jibe with the man Tom knew him to be. The John Owczarek that Tom knew was expansive in his moods, apt to gigantic joys and sorrows.
Tom stood a half head taller than his friend. He was a burly six-two, barrel-chested and meaty. Amongst the Gypsies, his size would label him as an important man, for they judged importance by size as well as other attributes. He was forty-seven this summer, which made him Janfri's elder by two years.
"John…" he tried again, touching his friend's arm. The wiry muscles were stiff under the light cloth of Janfri's coat.
The Gypsy turned slowly to regard him. "Yekka buliasa nashti beshes pe done grastende," he said softly. Forgetting himself, he spoke Romany. With one behind you cannot sit on two horses. He saw the puzzlement rise in Tom's eyes, but made no attempt to explain. Let Tom think he spoke Hungarian. But the old saying rang all too true in his own mind. One was either Rom or Gajo. There was no in between.
"Listen, John," Tom said. "If you want a place to stay…?"
Janfri shook his head. His dark features were pained now. A fire smoldered in the depths of his eyes that were such a dark brown they were almost black.
"There is no John Owczarek," he said. He turned and, before Tom could stop him, disappeared into the crowd.
For a long moment Tom stood in shock. The noise of the crowd seemed to grow louder. The roar of the flames and the pushing, jostling bodies around him combined to throw off his sense of the here and now. The night was abruptly surreal, filled with strangeness and menace. A chill traveled up his spine. He stared into the crowd, trying to see what had become of his friend.
"John!" he cried. "John!"
But the night had swallowed up the man he knew as John Owczarek as completely as though he had never existed.

Copyright © 1985 by Charles de Lint

Table of Contents

Foreword9
Part 1Patteran11
Part 2Mulengi dori173
Part 3Czardas313
Epilogue387
Afterword393
Glossary397

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Mulengro 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
BMVCOE on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
According to his forward, this is one of his "darker" (meaning more graphically violent and bloody) stories, originally published under the pseudonym Samuel M. Key to distinguish it from his "ordinary" work. Now, I can understand wanting to use a pseudonym if you were, say, a children's book writer wanting to publish your erotic spanking stories, but DeLint's regular work doesn't flinch from the dark side of the human (or inhuman) nature. So maybe this was a little more graphic; was it necessary to separate it by another name, even if you acknowledged it as yours? (He claims he used the psudonym to alert readers that it would be a darker story) What do my writer friends think--would you claim all work as your own? What if you were established in a certain genre, and then wrote something different?
bcquinnsmom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My first book about the Rom (their own name for what people call gypsies). There are a lot of mystical aspects to this novel and frankly one very stupid thing as well. A talking cat. Okay...I know it's part of the story & that with any horror story the reader is supposed to suspend belief. But a talking cat? I was reminded of that cat Salem on the show Sabrina that my daughter watched when she was much younger. I guess I'm just not a talking cat person. If you overlook the talking cat then what you have here is a mix of two genres: police procedural and horror. Synopsis:The story takes place near Ottawa, in the modern day. As the story opens, Janfri (one of the main characters in the novel), who is Rom by birth, has lost his house due to arson. As he stands and watches it burn, he notices a little sign cut into the wood which declares him to be unclean...meaning that he does not live as a pure Rom and thus should be shunned by the others. He searches his soul and cannot find any reason to believe that someone (another Rom, obviously) should mark him so. He does engage in music for a living, but has never played up his gypsy roots to make the music sell; he leaves him open to other Rom visitors & was married into another Rom family before his wife died. But this is not the worst: a member of his kumpania -- tribe-- has been violently murdered. The police want to find the murderer and the Rom sign gives them a clue that they are looking for Rom in their search for the killer. Janfri wants to find out who finds him unclean -- and going to the headman discovers that the one who finds him such is no mere mortal, but one who obviously believes that Janfri must be purged. As the bodies begin to stack up and witnesses begin to be killed, Janfri has to turn to more mystical means to find the killer. The killer is Mulengro...the controller of ghosts or "mule," who uses these spirits to kill the others. Two police inspectors become suspicious of Janfri, because he never did anything about the burning of his house, and stay on his trail as he is trying to find and destroy Mulengro.I read a review that called this book "edge-of-your seat suspense" but I don't think that really fits. It's more like a good ghost story that would be fun to read on a stormy night with a fire burning in your fireplace. I recommend it to horror readers, for sure ... but watch out for the talking cat.
Crowyhead on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This isn't my favorite of Charles de Lint's novels, but it's an exciting thriller and the elements of Romany culture and folklore keep it from being just a run-of-the-mill dark fantasy.
orangejulia on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Mulengro is unusual for an urban fantasy book because Romany people (aka gypsies) are at the center of the story. De Lint, as usual, does a masterful job of making Romany magic work in a modern world and in the context of a city setting. One gets a sense of the gritty and some what grim life of modern Rom, and why they continue to be resistant to a "proper" modern settled life. Mulengro can be dark but is ultimately hopeful.
bgdave More than 1 year ago
This is an excellent story from a master. The Gypsy lore and magic connection to the story made a strong impact on my reading. There are engaging characters, ghosts, magic and murder. It's a fine blend. The story was written in the 1980's so there are a few discordant notes. Recommended.
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