Criticisms of this book seem to revolve around a degree of repetativeness and of being too slowly-paced for the Sword and Sorcery genre of the classic Conan era of Robert E. Howard. I certainly did notice a reuse of themes and plot-elements between the stories:
• Interdimensional travel
• Sexually aggressive male antagonists intent on rape (which, ickily, there is some suggestion from the author that despite her protestations, Jirel is not always averse to)

Actually, that's all I can really think of, because other reused devices feel more like genre conventions and authorial style. Certainly, the first two stories repeat but then they are really two episodes in a story arc, and either one read in isolation diminishes the stength of the two together.

"Black Gods Kiss" ends with one of those icky moments in which Jirel's anger at a would-be rapist turns to passion for him, but "Black God's Shadow" goes some way to explaining the rather different emotions Jirel is feeling. Together, the two stories have Jungian anima/animus/ hero's- quest flavour, which I enjoyed, and which feels like it might have influenced Moorcock's Elric stories.

"Jirel Meets Magic" is more typical fantasy fare, similar device of travel to an Otherworld, but the tone and antagonist are different.

"The Dark Land" has another of those sexually aggressive males, but of an altogether different order, and the otherworldly landscape here is decidedly surreal rather than simply alien.

These four stories have less of the hack-and-slay about them than might commonly be expected of a Conan tale (though, actually, I think Howard does more than that with Conan, anyway), but they are closer to Howard's more reflective King Kull tales. In her rich descriptions of landscape, which does slow the action, I think a better comparison for Moore's style would be with her contemporary pulp author, Clark Ashton Smith, though without his abstruse vocabulary.

The final story, "Hellsgarde", seems to me a solid weird Sword and Sorcery story, and I thought had a good twist to it.

So, High Literature? No. Fun, atmospheric Weird storytelling? Yes. ( )

Echoing what some others have said: I found the descriptions worked well, Jirel herself not terribly interesting, and the plots godawful dull. The climax was almost always some variation of Jirel thinks/endures/waits/focuses/looks/imagines/stands/concentrates, which is about a dull a climax as you can wish for. The author appears not to care for multiple characters and/or dialogue very much, and eschews them as much as possible. It's mostly Jirel standing somewhere, with description of what she sees.

She also has an apparent obsession with blackness (story 1: the black god, story 2: the black god again, story 3: black stones, black stump, black hair, black-robed wizard, black sky (despite it being daytime), black mountains, black blob at the doorway, story 4: entire black dimension, black villain with black beard, black mountains, black ocean, black black black black black etc. ...

If she had written some variant of William Hope Hodgson's The Night Land it might have been amazing. But as far as sword and sorcery goes, yowzer, this is tiresome meat. So 5 stars for description, 1 star for plot/character, kind of a low 3.

(Note: 5 stars = amazing, wonderful, 4 = very good book, 3 = decent read, 2 = disappointing, 1 = awful, just awful. I'm fairly good at picking for myself so end up with a lot of 4s). I feel a lot of readers automatically render any book they enjoy 5, but I grade on a curve! ( )

Long, long ago, I wrote a master's paper about women in fantasy fiction. This book was one of the 40 I analyzed. Would it hold up to my memories? The answer is a resounding "Yes!"

Written for the classic pulp magazine "Weird Tales" during the 1930s, these stories were groundbreaking in some ways and a product of their times in others. The lush prose certainly is reminiscent of the fantasy of the time and hints at Lovecraftian horror. The descriptions are evocative of the places Jirel travels.

Jirel is amazing for the time. A true sword-and-sorcery character, she is a formidable warrior in what seems to be a fantasy France, holds her own keep and leads her warriors in battle, and is no man's play toy. Yet she is sensitive enough to realize that she makes mistakes and will work, even risking her life, to correct those errors. She is truly unique.

This collection contains Moore's stories: Black God’s Kiss, Black God's Shadow, Jirel meets magic, The dark land, and Hellsgarde.

This book is highly recommended for its historical significance. Sword and sorcery fans should give it a whirl as long as they don't mind that many of Jirel's adventures are more of a swordswoman facing sorcery. If you like sword and sorcery and Lovecraft, then this is a "must read" collection. ( )

Statuesque ginger
so horned up she can't think straight
murderous hotpants. ( )

Jirel could be considered the foundation for all 'strong female characters' in genre fiction today, but only in the most shallow sense of the term.

I appreciate that C.L. Moore broke ground in 1930s sword and sorcery, a hyper-masculine genre full of hyper-masculine (shitty) men, but any attempt to combat the intense sexism of the genre only goes as far as: C.L. Moore was objectively a woman, and Jirel objectively a female character who sometimes swung a sword and killed things.

That Jirel was 'strong' is negated by her characterization and the obnoxiously-purple writing style. She was still written to excite pubescent boys, after all. Jirel's main features are that she has piercing eyes and flame-red hair -- two descriptions that seem to crop up on every page at least once, sometimes together ("Yellow fury blazed in her eyes"). She also falls in love with whatever crosses her path for no reason at all.

I don't care if Jirel paved the way for more female sci-fi and fantasy writers in the '50s and beyond: These stories are terrible. The plots are terrible; the writing is terrible; the characters are empty and lifeless and, of course, terrible. Each succeeding story is simply a repeat of the first terrible story with little-to-no variation. This book was fucking excruciating.

"Yes," he said at last, "you have traveled too often in forbidden lands, Jirel of Joiry, to be ignored by us who live in them. And there is in you a hot and savage strength which no other woman in any land I know possesses. A force to match my own, Lady Jirel. None but you is fit to be my queen. So I have taken you for my own."

Congratulations, you've just read every page of the Jirel stories in one paragraph. ( )