Alphabet of Dreams, by Susan Fletcher
I blame my grandmother. The year we spent Christmas at her house,
she read me Henry Van Dyke's "The Story of the Other Wise Man" and
got me permanently hooked on the Magi. Since then, not only has Van
Dyke's story become a classic (warning: if you come over at
Christmas I will foist it upon you) but I've also actively sought
out other stories of these three kings.
Perhaps it's the message of seeking and finding. Or maybe it's
the way one baby in a manger can redefine majesty in an instant.
Whatever the reason, any thoughtful book on the subject is almost
sure to win me over. And Susan Fletcher's new novel for young
adults, Alphabet of Dreams, is certainly no exception.
Like the story of the fourth Wise Man, "Alphabet of Dreams" is
less about that celebrated birth and more about one individual's
journey - not just to Bethlehem, but metaphorically, to self-
knowledge and transformation. And while the kings do end up playing
a central role, Fletcher prevents their story from overwhelming the
narrative of the teenage protagonist.
When we first meet her, 14-year-old Mitra is anything but
preoccupied with biblical prophecies. Her concerns are for food,
shelter, and safety - for herself and for her little brother, Babak.
Something has happened to Mitra's family - although that's a mystery
that remains unsolved for most of the novel. Whatever it is, it's
prompted Mitra and Babak to go into hiding. They don't even look at
the stars to wish - although dream they both do.
Ultimately, it's Babak's prophetic dreams that catapult them into
the world of the Magi when Babak becomes a seer for the kings' trek.
And although Mitra must give up her own plans to accompany him, her
sacrifice is not in vain. For the first time, she finds herself
looking up to the stars that lead the Magi to their destination and
Mitra and Babak toward the family they had feared lost.
One of the chief delights of this book is Fletcher's rendering of
place and time. The Middle East of biblical renown comes alive with
blinding sandstorms and temperamental camels, with kings draped in
Oriental finery, and a surprisingly ordinary stable.
In keeping with the humility of the nativity, Fletcher doesn't
dwell on the events in the manger. Nor does she overstate the themes
of transformation and redemption at the heart of this novel.
Nevertheless, the warmth and wonder of the Bethlehem encounter
pervade its final chapters, as does this new message from the Magi,
just in time for Christmas: The beauty of a quest of the heart is
that it's often fulfilled in ways we least expect. …