sunnyskywalker: Voldemort from Goblet of Fire movie; text "Dark Lord of Exposition" (ExpositionMort)
Reading a review of Lois McMaster Bujold's Shards of Honor made me realize I don't think I've ever written up my own reactions to the book.

I first read Shards of Honor about 10 years ago, after reading The Curse of Chalion and The Paladin of Souls and hearing that the Vorkosigan Saga was also great. Out of what I'm sure is a natural instinct for many readers, I started at the internal-chronology beginning, with Shards.

I hated it. And I didn't believe it, which I think is part of what made my reaction so strong--probably irrationally strong, because I'm sure some of the books I love are just as flawed in different ways, but they don't snap suspension of disbelief and stomp it into the ground the way this one does for whatever reasons.Read more... )
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Or maybe it is, given the book got awards and stuff.

Courtesy of this Requires Hate post - which has some other great links you should check out ("Africans shocked by uncivilized antics of European savages" and the review of AU!Hitler's novel are excellent) - someone is doing a Little Brother read-through which is making me feel so much less alone. It was a book I theoretically should have liked, but there was a constant undercurrent of irritation like sandpaper which left me feeling decidedly unenthusiastic.

There's all the brand name-dropping, which I'm sure was intended to make it feel modern and relevant but just made it feel dated even when it was modern and relevant. There's quotes like "Darryl had fallen in love with her mind. Sad, really," which are probably supposed to sound like a hip teenage guy who really does respect girls, honest, but he can make comments like this ironically - but it's just really alienating and makes him sound like a jerk. There's the fact that he wants us to believe he's all cool and Fights The Man, when in fact all he does initially is... cut school to play games. Supposedly some of the teachers even give good assignments, so it's not like he's cutting classes where he learns nothing for non-traditional learning opportunities. (It's not like learning is work or anything. And besides, he already knows everything he needs to for the next year or so, which is all that matters.) Sure, the school also has over-the-top surveillance... but it's not like he tries to do anything about that other than make sure he personally can escape most of the restrictions. And then when he has something serious to worry about - the point of the book - he treats it pretty much like the same kind of game, while trying to convince us that this time it's serious, for serious. It's real, useful rebellion this time, and he sometimes even thinks about other people's welfare while he does it. It just happens to be totally hip and involves games and concerts and lands him a hot and quirky girlfriend. Meanwhile, his friend is rotting in a secret prison, and his other friends won't go all the way with this "make trouble for the government" plan because their families come from countries where that gets you disappeared - kind of like their disappeared friend, which doesn't seem to register with him - and so the consequences are real to them, and very high. Meanwhile, Our Hero is disappointed in them and fears no consequences himself, not that he really knows what he's signing up for, but he's sure it's a matter of his principles being stronger and has nothing to do with experience! Not that he really has to experience many consequences anyway, because he's conveniently rescued from his torture session after about a minute, is publicly vindicated, and lives happily ever after!

It's the "totally vindicated and lives happily ever after" part that really grates. If he'd learned that he was a smug entitled asshole and made an effort to change, that would have given the first parts of the book meaning and made the happy ending easier to swallow. As it is, you have a well-off white boy who is just braver and cooler than his PoC friends who actually know something about this kind of situation (because only he, who has not suffered oppression, can truly understand how important it is to get over it) taking on the Department of Homeland Security and winning, because as you know, Bob, well-off white boys are just that awesome. Oh, and his amazing leadership skills motivate capable girls to actually do something, because it hadn't occurred to any of them to start a coordinated effort until he and his genius came along. And he forgives his friends for not being as brave and thus creating a magical bravery-shield which would have protected them from getting thrown into Secret Torture Prison and devastating their families. At this point, there was nothing left to sustain my suspension of disbelief, and I started grumbling about how very unlikely it was that (a) he didn't just end up in Secret Torture Prison forever, and (b) that he actually, I repeat, defeated the Department of Homeland Security. If it were so easy, wouldn't you read about some kid and his internet pals exposing DHS cover-ups and forcing them out of a city every other week?

That tumblr is a lot funnier, so you should check it out.
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I hear that everyone loves this book. It won three awards. It's literary, deconstructs the tropes of heroism, it's an engaging adventure which says deep things, etc. etc.

Too bad none of that came through to me.

The writing is nice enough, at least to keep me reading for the first 185 pages. But all that happens in those 185 pages is this: the (in)famous Kvothe (masquerading as an innkeeper) starts telling his life story to Chronicler. Said history so far consists of child Kvothe living with his parents and their band of traveling entertainers somewhere in Ye Olde McEurope, an old mentorish dude coming along and teaching him some neat tricks and planting the idea that Kvothe could go to the University to learn magic, Kvothe's family getting horribly slaughtered by demons (after Dad wrote a song which revealed too much about said demons, or something) because dying tragically is pretty much all fantasy heroes' families are good for, and Kvothe ending up a poor, starving orphan in a heartless city. Also, he is the most brilliant person ever at everything.

So... essentially nothing happens that isn't an ancient fantasy trope. He's a special child tragically orphaned, and... nothing. You would think that a story purporting to tell the "truth" behind legends might not have its hero be so entirely honestly perfect at everything as his legends claim. Maybe he wouldn't really be an orphan either. Or he could be brilliant and have an unexpected story. But no, everything so far is completely predictable and standard issue. And if nothing unusual (by epic fantasy standards) is going to happen during this whole section, why is it so damn long? 185 pages and Kvothe is still wandering around the streets begging as poor so many fantasy orphans do. Bored now.

What finally irked me enough that I gave up was when the nice dude who helps street children told us the potted history of this world's religion. It involves a god being born as a man to a mother who hadn't had any opportunity to conceive a baby at the relevant time who goes around driving out demons and telling people to sin no more and follow his ways (which he tells them is hard and they'll probably be miserable, but don't worry, he loves them). Although he dies sacrificially to kill a demon physically, not metaphorically as an unjustly executed sacrifice. Maybe I'm picky, but if you're going to rip off a real religion so thoroughly, I'd rather you just use the real religion. Or if you're trying to invent one, don't just do a find-replace on the names and add a bit more demon slaying.

The magic system is interesting and the "sympathy" isn't something I've seen before (that I remember), but other than that, absolutely nothing happens by page 185 that I couldn't find in a million other fantasy epics, albeit with slightly prettier words. It might get interesting and deep later, but if readers have to wade through hundreds of pages of "why isn't this backstory since we've already read it in other books" to get to it, I don't feel obligated to wait until page 1052 of the third book before deciding I think it isn't all that. If the author can't come up with anything that interests me for 185 pages, then I don't think I'll suddenly find it interesting if I give it another chance, because it gets good in chapter 358, honest.

I ran across a review of the sequel (here) which makes me think I didn't miss much by quitting when I did.
sunnyskywalker: Voldemort from Goblet of Fire movie; text "Dark Lord of Exposition" (ExpositionMort)
I'm sure everyone has had this experience at some point: the entire world is raving about some book being the best thing in literature since The Canterbury Tales, and yet when you try it, you think it's more like an entry in the Bulwer-Lytton bad writing contest. Or maybe it isn't bad, but you don't see what the big deal is either - it was a good popcorn book, but now you can't even remember the main character's name. (Probably John. Or Jack.)

Here's a two acclaimed fantasy series I didn't like, plus one I eventually did like a lot but with major reservations which unfortunately are looking justified.

The Chronicles of Narnia )

The Dark is Rising )

And finally, there is one series I started off disliking immensely, but changed my mind on a re-read, though I never lost my initial wariness. (And now that the author can't seem to finish the series, I think I might be totally justified in distrusting his skills, as admirable as much of his opus is.)

Spoiler for a few character deaths, if anyone needs to know.

A Song of Ice and Fire )


What much-loved books (or movies or shows) did you not love?
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Having found myself in possession of more free time than I'm likely to have again for a good while, I am endeavoring to reduce my pile of books to read before it gets too overwhelming. It's such a luxury to have hours stretching on in which to do this, and to have the energy and focus to want to. That's one thing about school: as much as I enjoyed it, after a while, I forgot what it was like to read purely for fun.

Earlier today, I watched an episode of Babylon 5, Season 5 (coming up on the end now!). This evening, I started in on Ellen Kushner's Swordspoint. Imagine my shock when I reached this passage:

"He didn't know the man in the mirror, but he wanted to. The more he stared, the further from himself he went, asking, Who are you? What do you want?"

...

Clearly, the influence of the Vorlons and the Shadows reaches even further than we thought.





Books checked off to-read list:
- Patricia A. McKillip, The Riddle-Master of Hed
- Guy Gavriel Kay, Sailing to Sarantium

Books which revealed themselves to be part of duology or trilogy (aka "damn, why did I not see that tidbit of info on the cover" aka "on the bright side, that means there's more!")
- See above

Books added to to-read list:
- Susanna Clarke, The Ladies of Grace Adieu
- Naomi Novik, His Majesty's Dragon/Temeraire

Books still on to-read list:
- oh, where to start... I can see about a dozen from my chair, and 98% of my books are not in this room

ETA: Mini-review of Swordspoint in the comments.