Wow, I stumbled upon the Internet only to find it abuzz with the season six premiere, now my resolve will be tested. Can I avoid it? Will I succumb to the lure of temptation? There's a voice inside telling me that "Man, just watch it, better to get some kind of continuation than nothing". But there's also a competing voice saying, "Man, save it for the book, for the vision you first invested in sixteen years ago."
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Monday, April 11, 2016
Well, wow. It's been the busiest few months since forever, and Quentyn had to take a backseat to, well, everything. I can't even begin to summarize what life's been like, and I won't, because that's fricking boring. It's been...complicated. Difficult. I haven't had the time to read anything, in fact, so I'm still stuck with Wexler's The Thousand Names, and I will have to start Dancer's Lament anew as I had to completely drop that read, too. Oh well.
It's April 11th already, and Game of Thrones season six is looming closer, and I suppose the world is waiting with baited breath, asking questions like, WILL Quentyn Martell appear? but I really ain't feeling it. Not just because I am frustrated by getting the story's continuation through the television medium as opposed to the real thing - which is the book - but also because the world outside Martin's towers is moving on: Not one, but two new Malazan books, one penned by the inimitable, amazing Erikson. Abercrombie is throwing us a collection of short stories and is writing the next trilogy in that black comedy fantasy world of his. Star Wars is making me excited again, begging me to forgive the prequel trilogy and join back in on the fun with not only a sequel trilogy but standalone "A Star Wars Story" (the trailer for Rogue One is blowing my mind) and then there have been some new stars on the fantasy horizon that beg to be checked out, as always. Exploring Quentyn's story becomes more a chore compared to all this mind-bending fantasy entertainment available, but a man must persevere, and so here I at long last return with the second half of my re-read of Quentyn's first chapter, "The Merchant's Man". The time it has taken just to get through this one chapter is oddly how I feel time flows when reading "The Merchant's Man": Excruciatingly slow. Now, before you accuse me of being a dumbass who only wants action11!!!!1 and that I can't appreciate the finer arts of a more relaxed story-telling....I'm fine with experimental approaches, but this is A Song of Icy Cold Deathly Ice and Flaming Smoldering Burning Roaring Fire and I came aboard for the excellent, dare I say unique, combination of action, intrigue, medieval fantasy, well-written characters and the sense that anything could happen, not dwarf elephant cabs. Why, oh why, couldn't Martin rein in the exposition and give us the neatly trimmed excellence of the first books? (I know the answer. The story got away from him. He is more interested in worldbuilding than story writing now. Etc etc.) What I'm trying to say is that perhaps Martin should've taken more care of making books 4 and 5 stylistically similar to I-III. Or at least tried to smooth the transition. And now I'm going to shut up and actually get this over and done with. See you after the break.
Posted by R.J. at 2:43 AM