I had to make this awkward little image (it’s a photo I took in Killarney National Park when I visited Ireland last year) because I so, so loved this quote that I found recently—and WEIRDLY—in my ancient college Norton Anthology of English Literature, in an essay introducing The Faerie Queene.
I love this. Obviously the ‘map’ can’t be self-contradictory, but fairy is a dream—the connections don’t need to be literal. “FaerieLand” itself is a map, but of something chaotic: maybe the unconscious?
Arguably every book maps some chaos.




