The first person perspective in fantasy rant
Friday January 9, 2009
FYI, this is probably going to get edited & reposted on the main site, eventually. I’ll edit the post to reflect that when that happens.
When I was growing up and reading books, I encountered a lot of first person point of view. As a result, I started writing in first person when I was in middle school, thinking clearly that was the best perspective. It took several creative writing classes and a truck load of short stories (and, surprisingly or not, poetry) to really show me the variance and beauty of different points of view — that, and how to write first person correctly. Or, well, compellingly and using showing as opposed to just straight-up telling. (It is a natural inclination for a first person narrator to lecture the reader. Making narration active, interesting, and compelling without thickly infodumping or going off on tangential riffs or lectures can be difficult.)
My opinion now on point of view is that it should, first and foremost, fit the story it is telling. Sometimes I’ve encountered first person (fantasy, usually) novels that do not do just that; in those stories, the point of view is clunky or arbitrary rather than seeming native to the stories. The genre of fantasy is not any lesser or different, at its fundamentals, than any other genre.
First person isn’t about simply using “I” and running with it. Some people think that a viewpoint is just an afterthought when telling a story or that certain stories “must” be written from some viewpoint, regardless of the actual story’s needs. I believe firmly that it is one of the most important elements in the story and it influences everything about the way that story is told, organized, and how the plot is revealed. In first person narration, your narrator is your guide, your entry, into the world of the story. This is as important with fantasy as with any other genre. With first person, your narrator is present, by default, in every single scene. (Unless you pull a Robert Louis Stevenson in Treasure Island and switch narrators to tell something your narrator can’t know, but I hate that. Consistency is key, especially in fantasy where you are usually world-building as well as narrating.) Normally this determined focus on your narrator places the story’s emphasis on and around your narrator but this may also lead to certain difficulties.
A narrator-focused story, by default
Your narrator is telling the story, and characters can only tell us what they know, either from first-hand experience or second- or third-hand (etc) knowledge. (Unless they’re omniscient, which happens, but in that case that’s characterized and thus explained.) This limits how the story can actually be staged. This can happen in more or less three ways:
One, the narrator is the protagonist or main character. Everything that they tell us is actually happening to, around, because of, or through him/her.
Two, the narrator is close to or near the main character or protagonist and the difference in perspective yields an important narrative focus that lends a new gravity to the story (such as in The Great Gatsby).
Three, the narrator is omniscient or god-like and knows everything, and as such is either a very strange main character or tells a story about other characters that ends up being more technically classified in the third person narration category somewhere.
The one I’ve seen in nearly all first person fantasy I’ve read is the first, the narrator being the protagonist. Considering a lot of fantasy stories are heroic stories in nature, this may lead down interesting paths. (In fantasy there is also the possibility of the narrator in the third instance being “the storyteller” like in, say, a fairy tale, thus framing a more traditional third person point of view within a first person’s narration, similar to Wuthering Heights‘ narrative frame, but that’s more or less third person with a frame, not really first person in the same way.) The second style, as in The Great Gatsby, is as rare in fantasy as it usually is in mainstream fiction more or less because it’s not easy to pull off. But it happens.
The narrator-protagonist’s perspective limitation
In this most common form, the main action of the novel is happening to, around, because of, or through the narrator. Your narrator-protagonist is telling the story, thus is working from a base of what they observe, know, infer, and learn. They can’t relate things they don’t know, things that could be related through exposition in certain third person formats. Revelation of information cannot happen in any way that is not consistent with the narrator’s character. If the narrator is simple or stupid, they cannot believably give speeches or long passages of expository history or background information in the manner of a scholar — that sort of thing.
Additionally, they can’t be everywhere at once, nor can they see everything at once. What happens when your narrator is unconscious, asleep, or otherwise temporarily incapacitated? What happens when two minor or secondary characters have a conversation that is of the utmost importance to the plot? (Eavesdropping, dear readers, can only take you so far, so often.) In terms of relating past conversations or events the narrator is “remembering,” can he or she realistically remember everything all of the time? And accurately? Do real people remember every small detail at every perfectly opportune moment? (Do you?) The easiest way of thinking about the limits of first person narration is to think about yourself as the main character of your own life and see what you know and can know and how you know those things. It seems intuitive, initially, but it is easy for a writer to be tempted to just inject things in convenient or artificial ways. Deus ex machina, much, people?
Hopefully your narrator is a real person (or, in fantasy, at least firmly rooted in a familiar reality or playing by consistent rules of your own reality). Real people have limitations. Some authors forget that and make protagonists or characters with none, effectively depriving them of their humanity, while still claiming their character is human (or at the least, ordinary). (The omniscient god protagonist is different, but we’re not talking about him right now.) What happens if your narrator is busy fighting a duel with Character #1 but Character #2 over there behind him is doing something really important and the audience should see it, but your narrator is busy and can’t glance over and see it? Or, what if Character #2 is sneaking up dramatically on the narrator, about to deliver a blow to the head and your narrator is turned away? The narration has to find ways to dodge around such issues. (While avoiding overuse of “suddenly” or “all of a sudden”. Tricky, yes; impossible, no.)
Aside from the physical issue and the knowledge-base issue, there’s the issue of personality and reflecting that personality accurately in the narration. If your character is selfish, would they really notice everything about everyone, or have dramatically insightful observations about someone else’s behavior? Unless it relates to them in some way, or unless they can take that observation and swing it around back to themselves, probably not. Naturally it depends on the character, but this can also depend on the way you sell their personality. Some of the best first person writing I’ve read involves really exciting and enjoyable irony that comes out through the difference between the way the narrator views the world, characters, and situations, and the way things might actually be. A narrator may develop opinions, biases, and ideas that are completely factually wrong or misleading, the revelation of which can be exciting to read.
When handled well, these “issues” hardly seem problems at all. With a flowing command of the scene through the narrator’s eyes, first person can be seamless, engaging, and above all, immediate.
The device of voice
Voice is a device, make no mistake. It’s that which can illuminate a side of your character’s personality in a showing way that telling could never really do justice. It can (and in the best, does) instantly reveal your character’s views, opinions, background, social class, culture/heritage, and overall personality. A distinctive or unusual character voice can be that which takes the story from bland to fascinating or can take a traditional-seeming storyline and turn it on its head. The right narrative voice can completely change the story’s tone and flavor. It can sprinkle comedy in a hero story, give a dark novel practicality, give a whimsical story depth or mystery, or an action novel some tension-breaking humor. It is an essential but sometimes overlooked element in any first person story.
Sometimes authors forget this, that writing in first person means you’re automatically writing in a voice. Going along with limited perspective, when a narrator speaks out of voice, it can be jarring and pull the reader out of the story’s world. Not every character will speak as the author does or as any number of third person narrative styles/voices speak. Just because you the author are writing this character does not mean the character should or does sound like you; that was an important difference writing classes really showed me.
When reading a novel (or series) that consistently switches first person character viewpoints, this difference can be crucial but is sometimes overlooked. Just like in normal dialogue, when all of the characters sound the same and see the world the same, it’s hardly worth demonstrating that these are different characters. If you don’t show them as being different, telling us they are does meaningfully little. If I don’t feel it, why should I care? Reading a lot of first person middle grade fiction growing up, I did not even know such a thing as a “voice” existed— so many of those novels sound exactly the same. It’s most often the unusual voices, however, that stand out and make the best novels worth rereading. (Avi, Jack Gantos, Louis Sachar — they do first person voices well.)
The first person epic versus the first person romance (i.e. non-epic fantasy)
Fantasy stories can be generally divided into two broad categories: the character-driven story and the epic story. (There are a rare few stories that are character-driven epics but by definition that’s a hard thing to accomplish without sacrificing either individual character for epic themes or trope stand-ins or sacrificing epic realism for emphasis on individual character. I’ll discuss this at length in a future post.) Basically, this difference is the difference between J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings and Ursula K. Le Guin’s A Wizard of Earthsea. An epic is rooted in themes of society, class, country, war, the world, good vs. evil on a grand scale, etc. Romantic or non-epic fantasy is character-driven and localized, focusing more often on themes of the self, self-discovery, personal growth and change, coming-of-age, character relationships, localized themes of pride, etc. The scale is the difference. (Get it? Vaguely?)
I generally dislike seeing first person narration being used to tell epic or tension-filled fantasy (suspense, horror) stories. A first person story, to me, is by default and focus about the character of your narrator and their view of the world. A single person’s view of the world is automatically rather small. A single person is rarely at the center of everything which is what is necessary and essentially by definition an epic. Epics therefore usually involve a cast of characters with third person views that swing between this cast to effectively capture the range of opinions, emotion, and depth of a world to vividly draw and illuminate the epic scale. Rarely is a single character poised to be the center of the world in a realistic and believable way that effects us with the level of emotion, character depth, and individual voice to really be a good first person story. Rarely. A first person story, then, with its natural emphasis on its narrator and their view of the world, immediately focuses the story thematically in a different slant than Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, which is epic in scale and less about character than about broader themes and issues.
First person series fantasy on a localized, “romantic” scale
Telling a series from a first person point of view, then, is tricky, because unless it’s very serialized (i.e. every book has the same format/plot style) or the series is very carefully or trickily plotted, a series can quickly rise to the epic level (focusing more on the world and its events than mere character) or can become redundant (a too-serialized series can lose its freshness), making our interest in the narrator wane. Some of the more successful first-person series, to me, are those which cover a large, overhanging arc of character, plot, and growth divided across several books, enabling each book to give us more character growth and insight as it follows along the life arc of the narrator. Additionally, the fact that important things keep happening to the narrator has to make sense. Either he/she is looking for trouble or is in a position where trouble can always find them. “Normal” narrators fit strangely here, in a fantasy series; if they are “normal,” if their lives are “normal,” if they want desperately to only be left alone, what is worth reading about them? What is so fantastic? Thus the most successful first person fantasy series are those that have compelling, curious, or danger-seeking protagonists (regardless of actual occupation). (The Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher, The Night Huntress series by Jeaniene Frost, the Greywalker series by Kat Richardson.)
This is part of my issue with the later books of Charlaine Harris’s Southern Vampire series about Sookie Stackhouse. It’s first person from Sookie’s perspective and only so much can keep happening to Sookie without the series continuously trending toward an overly melodramatic or soap-opera-like style. She is only a waitress and isn’t really looking for trouble, yet trouble keeps finding her and she keeps running from it. Sookie’s evocative, real, and hilarious voice, however, saves the series and keeps me wanting more. The narrative voice is sharp and witty and pulls me in regardless of the other melodramatic elements that I’m not a fan of. The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher is an example where the narrator constantly running from trouble works, because it’s in his personality to never run too far, because he’s just too noble to give up on anyone. Harry Dresden’s job makes him a target for trouble and his character (the often under-prepared white knight who feels obligated to save everyone all of the time) makes serialized danger really a necessity. He can’t ignore the damsel (or child, friend, or fairy) in distress — who knows that’s a shortcoming that keeps him from living a quiet life — and that’s always a good set-up for trouble. But not every series is so conveniently situated.
Epic first person fantasy
There is at least one perfect example of the successful employment of an epic story told through first person that I know of. (I’m still working my way down the science fiction & fantasy shelf at the book store, give me time.) This example is Robin Hobb’s Farseer and Tawny Man trilogies, surrounding the narrator of Fitz. Fitz’s voice brings this story to life first in hindsight as something of a memoir and then as immediate action. He’s poised in the center of events of the Six Duchies in a believable way — he is a royal bastard with none of the power but all of the physical proximity to everything that’s happening in the heart of the kingdom. He’s related or consistently near everyone important, either by blood or occupation. As a result, he has a hand or an eye in everything. This is, obviously, rather convenient for the vehicle of first person in this series. Plot always, rather conveniently, happens to and around Fitz. Hobb addresses this “coincidence” and convenience of Fitz always being at the center of everything important by telling us he is a “catalyst,” a person around whom great, pivotal events tend to naturally swirl, thus explaining these coincidences with a (in this case somewhat minor) pinch of fantastic explanation. (She gives us just enough prophecy, too, to make this even more epic than usual. Note: epic stories almost always have prophecies, foretelling, or important signs or signals.) Hobb earns this, however, through the compelling gravity of interest she develops around Fitz. We are willing to suspend our disbelief that Fitz is the one, so to speak, because he is interesting. He might be heroic by his actions but because of his narration we know he only wants simplicity in his life, earning our sympathy at every turn that takes his life down a path that keeps him further away from peace. It’s a dream of his he desperately fights for at every turn but life keeps throwing obstacles of heroic proportions at him he must find his way through, over, or past before he can reach his desired peace.
His introspective narration and extremely perceptive personality make him an interesting and terrific narrator as well. Fitz receives training in how to observe, assess, and conclude in order to function as a spy and assassin; this training, then, serves as the explanation as to why Fitz’s “memory” of events is so detailed, sharp, and accurate: he was trained to remember everything in that manner.
But aside from this, I’m usually of the opinion that first person stories are better focused not on the nation or the world but on the characters and their relationships and how they effect one another — with, potential world-changing consequences. It’s hard to see the world changing from the eyes and by the actions of a single individual. When a first person story centers a whole world’s events around a single character without that substantiation, however, problems result. When there is no rationally believable reason why everything is happening around the narrator, then why are we interested in the story at all? If the narrator hates adventure, why do adventures keep happening to him? Sometimes this issue can be solved by the device of voice. If the voice is funny, compelling, and interesting, we’ll probably want to keep reading it. If it’s a plain story but well told we’ll come back to it. But when a bland story is told in a bland voice, nothing can really keep it from being bland.
A few [hopefully] illuminating examples
Stephenie Meyer’s Bella in the Twilight series comes to mind. She’s not nearly interesting enough to settle a series around and Meyer gives us no good reason why it’s told from her point of view. Meyer even switches first person points of view three separate times (à la Treasure Island), leading me to think that Meyer should have told it from third person if she couldn’t get a handle over her narrator’s inability to tell the story herself. (I could go on, but I’ll stop there.)
Sherwood Smith’s Crown Duel is a perfect example of first person (YA) fantasy done right. She even discusses point of view (and its attendant difficulties and benefits) on her website, making terrific points about each of the different points of view. In Crown Duel, Meliara’s narration is unreliable, compelling, hilarious, and ironic. We completely get the sense of Meliara being a stubborn, prejudiced, and angry narrator whose prejudices influence every character interaction and description she gives us. When she meets the Marquis of Shevraeth initially, for instance, she simply describes him as she sees him — he’s just some “evil” unnamed interrogator, and she gives him a straightforward description. But once she finds out he’s a dreaded rich aristocrat from the class and society she hates, oh does that change the way she views both him and everything he does. Every action she sees him take is colored by her biased description of it. Despite her view of him, though, we still see and get the sense of his individual personality (which is not what she mistakenly thinks it is) by his own actions, even if without careful reading it might take most of the first part (or first book, depending on your version of it). It’s absolutely terrific and terribly underrated, a perfect example of the strength of a voice adding to the strengths of a story.
On the point of first person narration done right, I just finished re-reading Halfway to the Grave and One Foot in the Grave (the Night Huntress books) and read the new At Grave’s End by Jeaniene Frost. For a (new) author writing paranormal romance/urban fantasy, I think she’s talented and I really enjoy her books. One reason I do is because of her definite mastery of the first person point of view’s range, vulnerabilities, and strengths. Compare it to Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight Saga and the differences are even more startling — and all go in Jeaniene Frost’s favor. In both series, the main female character is the narrator, and she falls for a deadly and powerful (and handsome) vampire. But Cat is so much more interesting, engaging, exciting, and kick-ass; every scene is important, immediate, and necessary. And Cat can easily hold a scene herself without Bones being present. As such, I think Cat is a terrifically drawn character and it’s hard to imagine the story being told from third person with the same level of vicious immediacy to every scene. Compared to drab, hollow Bella, Cat is real and exciting.
The best part about Jeaniene Frost’s style, though, is her revelation of information. There are no long passages of first person explanation of the world (like in Karen Chance’s first two Cassandra Palmer books) and the information comes out both organically and with enough dramatic heft to make every line matter. She doesn’t infodump. A lot of first person narrators infodump at the start of novels. (Carrie Vaughn does this to some degree.) This is annoying. Jeaniene Frost (along with Kat Richardson, Jim Butcher, Robin McKinley, and others) really has a knack for revealing the information, world, and character details slowly enough to be enticing without infodumping but quickly enough to give us a handle on the world. Sometimes authors plunge us immediately into the other world with everything fully formed and working around us (the opening of Sunshine by Robin McKinley does this perfectly) and sometimes the author brings us in a toe at a time, like a nervous swimmer entering a cold pool.
Sometimes the author or narrator directly addresses the reader (depending on the format of the first person novel this can be dismissible, natural, awkward, or intriguing), which leads to an entirely different format of character and world revelation. The first Dresden Files book, Storm Front, does exactly this. Jim Butcher stylizes the opening in a sort of classic P.I. noir voice, letting Harry Dresden, Wizard, tell us about his world and his life in a matter-of-fact, conversational infodump that feels natural because it’s following a specific stylistic pattern. Journal- or memoir-style first person (fantasy) can be even trickier. Robin Hobb gets around this with Fitz, as I mentioned, because Fitz has a trained memory for detail and you get to a point where you simply believe everything Fitz says. (Thus, Hobb wins.)
The Claidi books by Tanith Lee are trickier (crazy plot aside) but she wins me over (at least a little) because she’s absolutely, strictly practical about it. Her slave-turned-heroine narrator Claidi writes the events of her life in a journal that takes up several different-looking and -sized notebooks and pieces of paper across her journey as she goes from place to place. It becomes a device, almost its own character, one that is carried in a backpack or pocket, hidden from prying eyes, stolen, fought over, and which becomes a prized account to be read by enemies and friends alike. It is the story we are reading but it is also (meta alert) being read by other characters, too, who get to see Claidi’s voice and handwriting, her insecurities laid bare, just as we do. It also makes certain to take appropriate logical liberties. When Claidi is taken prisoner or stolen away or flees or hides, something inevitably happens to her journal, too, and there are gaps in time of “I haven’t been able to write in days because…” that make the account realistic and interesting. (The books’ only real downside, however, is its crazy plot, devices aside; the stuff that happens to her in this world…eesh!)
In conclusion
First person is varied and can be terrific, but it should also fit the story and the characters. As with any type of writing, it can be stylistically challenging yet yield interesting and compelling results when written well, and bland reactions when it falls sort of the ideal mark. Like any genre, fantasy has its perks and drawbacks, but it certainly doesn’t limit itself to third person.
Princeps’ Fury by Jim Butcher
Thursday December 4, 2008
This morning I finished the fifth and latest installment in Butcher’s Codex Alera series, Princeps’ Fury. I have been a fan of them since picking them up from the library earlier this year. I now own 1 to 4 in paperback, all ready for me to read through again.
Back to Princeps’ Fury: it was both excellent and fairly surprising — in a good way. (I’ll keep it general until I give you the spoiler warning.) The characterization, plot, and pacing were all as excellent as in any other installment of the series — the events involving the secondary characters were treated with the same gravity, care, and patience as the events around the protagonist, Tavi, which is something that deterred me from the first book (I love me my hooking protagonists) but ultimately drew me back in and made me appreciate the world anew in the successive books. In a lot of epic fantasy (I mean it, here, to refer to fantasy series where events happen on a large, world-wide scale), I tend to get pulled toward the main plot involving the protagonist because it’s simply the most interesting and exciting, ultimately making all secondary plots/characters annoying and more bland by contrast. (Robert Jordan & Terry Goodkind do this quite a lot.) Butcher doesn’t do that. He gives us enough reason to care and root for the secondary cast as he gives us reason to root for Tavi, but without diminishing Tavi’s importance. The secondary characters and plots are simply different, but commutatively crucial to the overarching plot of the series.
Now for the potential spoilers. You’re warned.
I adore Tavi. The terrific characterization given him (and his band of merry cohorts) is so excellent and so consistent. Except for Max perhaps being a little too annoying, I enjoyed his plot the best. The interplay between he and the Canim was excellently portrayed, and I especially loved the “Tavar” name given him by Varg. Kitai shined, as usual, but expressed an interesting gravity of emotion that was not so “feminine” as demonstrating a maturation of her and Tavi’s relationship that really moves toward deep, devotional, permanent love, and I liked that a lot; it was done organically. In other plots: Isana’s was so exciting, hilariously surprising and yet typical, and very emotionally moving. I loved the revelations about Septimus and their past that Isana, naive as she is and has always been, learns along with us. I love that we’re not learning what she’s always known in that regard; it would change her character if she had been aware all along of what Antillus Raucus and Aquitanus Attis have been. I enjoyed that a lot. That, and her juris macto challenge had me gasping with shock, awe, and glee. I enjoy that the resulting fight was completely in character for her, too, with the defensive movements and the desire to talk, emotionally, with Raucus; she’s not Araris, nor Tavi, and through her I can see how Butcher is really working to demonstrate Tavi’s difference from Gaius Sextus in terms of sheer upbringing and raw personality. The Septimus/Sextus divide is interesting enough, but I don’t know Septimus — neither does Tavi. I don’t care much about how great he was (so I’m glad Butcher kept it relatively toned down), I only care about how what people think and thought of him are reflected in their current actions, beliefs, and motivations (like with Aquitaine; the scene with Amara/Isana at the end was perfect).
Fidelias as usual was entertaining but not nearly as much as in previous books; what little we saw from his perspective this book seemed to built toward the (inevitable?) revelation of his identity to Tavi. I naturally hated him at first but once I (finally, ugh) got to understanding his type of hatred of Gaius and his subsequent motivation, I like him a lot. I think that’s the point, though.
Amara and Bernard’s plot was much more interesting in this book, consistently, than in the last; the slog through the swamp could only captivate me for so long, regardless of the (awesome!?) Gaius Sextus’s involvment in it. Amara’s deception with Brencis was excellent and surprising, but not nearly as surprising as where Invidia’s plot has taken her — with the Vord queen?! So interesting, the layers built into that “relationship.” Bernard, cute as always… aw, Bernard. Sure and steady in a way that annoys me in other characters in the genre, though not here. I actually do not really like Amara as a character. I think she agonizes a little much over things — thank goodness it was less in this book than the last two; I was getting tired of it — and I am trying to figure out why I don’t particularly like her. It’s weird. I love Kitai. I love Isana — not quite as much as Kitai, who from the first line of her dialogue I knew she would be important, surprising, and engaging — but Amara has never effectively held my interest. Maybe it was my experience in Furies of Calderon with her, her interaction with Tavi and the others… I put my support firmly behind Tavi from the start and her (quick, infrequent) remarks against him must have hit home? I don’t know why I don’t like her. But even though I don’t like her, her plot was interesting and I do love Bernard. So. I suppose I’m really quickly judgmental about characters? Maybe I don’t like her hot, ridiculous hatred streaks? (Fidelias, Gaius Sextus?) Oh, well, I liked her better in this book and that’s good, I guess.
And then Gaius. He’s been a fascinating character from the start — the hard-edged First Lord whose complexity makes him terrifically fascinating. He’s not nice. He’s not bad. He’s perfectly, reasonably, understandably gray; he does bad things for good reasons, he does good things for layered, deceptive reasons. The quintessential politician and perfect person whom Tavi should both emulate and avoid becoming at the same time. Amara, Aquitaine, Isana, and Antillus (and others) are all justified in their different, complex hatred of him, all for different reasons and with different corresponding reactions. They all ostensibly hate him but none acts on that hate in the same way or with the same ends. His end was brilliant but bittersweet in a way that could only have come across because of the build up to it through the series. He had to go out in a terrific way; the little (almost after the fact) addition that he’d been slowly poisioned by his second wife was relatively unnecessary, to me, but helped explain some things… possibly. I would have accepted pneumonia and gone with it willingly, though. Not every important death (few though they are) in his series needs be motivated by greed, anger, revenge, ambition, hatred, disgust, or jealousy, right? I liked Ehren’s point of view with Gaius; it would be strange to see Gaius’s point of view and I’m glad I never saw it.
It all leaves me excited for the next installment. First Lord’s Fury, perhaps? One wonders what its title will be. And is it the last book in the series? I don’t read enough forum/website information for me to know (some fan I am!) and I’m curious. But I’m not usually an avid website-checking fan, anyway; I have too much to work on with my own material to be much devoted to anything but the books I read themselves, I guess.
The Crown of Dalemark by Diana Wynne Jones
Saturday October 25, 2008
I just finished The Crown of Dalemark, the fourth and final book of the Dalemark Quartet by Diana Wynne Jones. I think this is going to be one of those books — series — I’ll need to re-read. Gosh, add these books to the to-buy list! I read the first two books — Cart and Cwidder and Drowned Ammet — nearly two weeks ago now, and I finally, finally finished The Spellcoats, the third volume, yesterday. I started the fourth yesterday and finished it this evening. There was just enough space between the first two books, focusing on the characters of Moril and Mitt, respectively, and the fourth that I was eagerly able to tear through the fourth with only a little bemoaning of the lack of easy book reference. (When I finish a series book quickly I often need it at hand to reference something when a supposition about the plot of the subsequent books comes into my head, so I can verify and/or dismiss it.)
I took so long reading The Spellcoats because it’s written in a completely different, foreign voice from the others (first person, too) and it takes place hundreds of years before the events in the first, second, and fourth books — but its events help explain and illuminate the others, as well as provide the foundation upon which the fourth’s plot is built. I’m glad I didn’t skip it! (I admit, I was tempted. I saw Mitt and Moril’s name in the blurb of the fourth and I was almost — almost — off like a shot, skipping book three. Good completionist me, though! Saved by my own obsessive compulsive completionist nature. Also, looking back, the third book is unusually wonderful. The way it’s written is… beautiful. Its narrator, Tanaqui, is a clever thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl whose narration is actually her weaving. She weaves coats, on which she weaves the story of her and her family’s adventures, and so the book is actually the “translation” of this weaving. It’s a wonderfully unusual way to tell a story — and naturally has consequences for the story’s conclusion and the way the story is discovered and found later on in that world. How fascinating!
Which brings me to the point I found I’d come to after finishing the fourth book: I love Diana Wynne Jones’s stories. So, so much. Every novel of hers (and short story) I’ve read demonstrate a terrific efficiency of language, consistent — and quick! — characterization, and an imaginative level of storytelling that astounds me. Even this, her “epic fantasy quartet” was as good and wonderful, fully, as any of her Chrestomanci books or those set in the world of Howl’s Moving Castle. I obviously need to read more of her works, though I think I’ve hit the “big” “famous” ones.
But back to The Crown of Dalemark and the whole quartet. These aren’t perfect, to my sense, but then again, I am a completionist. I finished the fourth book and thought, “Oh, no! There’s no fifth book is there? Is there? IS THERE?” and moaned about it for a good ten minutes of frantic pacing and cleaning. (I do that when I finish a book. I need to extract my mind; I need to clean and moan about the bereft feeling I’m too often left with after leaving a terrific world. If Bryan is around I jump and try to give him the five minute plot summary and he looks at me, annoyed, and says, “You know I haven’t heard any of the words you just said at me, right?”)
Diana Wynne Jones leaves out a level of detail (and completion) that I wish I could see, but to some degree it fascinates me. These are, in truth, children’s books, and it gives a greater depth of the “what if” to leave a lot unsaid. I know as a kid I always asked myself (and when my parents read with me, they encouraged these questions, and I recall this vividly) about all of the detail left un-detailed. I noticed there’s a lot of lack of particular inflection after each character’s dialogue. Some authors use the dialogue to show the character’s personality (through a lot of particular adjective and verbs attached to the dialogue) but Jones (Wynne Jones? Diana? Ha.) has a knack for characterizing through short bursts of personality demonstration or anecdote more in general. She’ll demonstrate a character arguing back unnecessarily in an annoying manner and make a comment like, “And he was always doing nettlesome things like that” or “He was the last person you wanted to start an argument with” or the like, to demonstrate that person’s nature, so when you see dialogue pop up with a particular line of, say, “No I certainly will not” then you automatically find yourself inflecting the dialogue with an irritated tone and you can imagine the other characters making faces like, “Oh, not again!” And it’s so naturally implied! Maybe I’m simply an imaginative reader. Maybe I naturally thicken characters who on the page are simple structures of basic traits. But I think I can credit Diana with a lot more than that. She develops a richness in her simply-yet-complexly plotted children’s (and young adults’) books that is undeniable. And that’s why I love them.
The low-brow and high-brow of fantasy books… and movies.
Wednesday October 22, 2008
I just discovered Limyaael’s rants, thanks to a friend’s suggestion, and I’ve read through a ton of them today. I’m so much more random than she is in my blog posts and rants (and exponentially more prone to tangents), but it’s absolutely refreshing to read someone well-read, thoughtful, and full of really well-substantiated complaints, rather than just a rant for the sake of a rant. It’s so rare to meet someone as obsessed with fantasy who also works or has worked within the confines of the typical university English department. So many English students at the undergrad and grad level are utterly disdainful of fantasy literature. Probably fewer now than a decade or two ago (and certainly exponentially more than a generation ago) but still. Thinking fantasy fiction isn’t valuable in any literary sense is still too widely held an opinion for me to be happy… but that’s tangential to my point here.
Anyway this post got me thinking more and more about Robert Jordan and Terry Goodkind. I’ve both bashed and defended them on this blog, pretty recently, too, and her utter evisceration of them led me to two interesting revelations about my own opinions of them and fantasy in general: I am really haughty and elitist (or really, really contemplative?) about fantasy literature, what I like about it, what I hate, and what I write — but I do so enjoy the B-movie (or C-movie) novel or series every now and again. The part of me that in a very hick, low-brow manner really, really enjoys a movie the high-brow folks tell me I should disdain, or enjoy a fantasy book that the academic nerd part of me wants to beat remorselessly until it’s beyond dead. I’m that way with movies, too.
The first time (and subsequent second two times) I read Robert Jordan’s The Eye of the World (the first book in his Wheel of Time series), I loved it. I still, deeply, do enjoy it. I read it when I was 15; I was in 10th grade social studies class when the kid behind me said, “You like fantasy books, right? You’d probably like this book.” And pointed it out to me. I went, bought it, finished it, and bought the second… and third… up to the eighth, which was all that existed in paperback at the time. The ninth was coming out soon in hardcover, but I was cheap. Anyway I devoured them during the spring of my 10th grade year, amid jeers of my high school softball team compatriots who thought I was a complete and total nerd for reading 800-page books. (Some thought I was insane, others were incredulous, others nodded and said really complimentary things that embarrassed me and my loath-to-brag-about-my-high-grades attitude; I was rather the reluctant good student in 10th grade as opposed to the bitter elitist I became as a senior in high school.) At the point I was at in my life, those books really made a difference to me. They were, now that I think of it, the first major epic fantasy series I read. (I read Tolkien for the first time almost eighteen months later.)
Goodkind was more of an accident. I stumbled upon Wizard’s First Rule in the bookstore (or was it on Amazon.com?) in the desperation of one looking to move their addiction from one drug to another. I stand by what I said a few weeks ago — I did enjoy Wizard’s First Rule. I devoured it and the subsequent five or six books — with a bit more pain and reluctance, each time. In fact, Wizard’s First Rule was the book that helped bring Bryan and I together — I saw it sitting on the desk in his room at college and pointed it out, saying I’d read it and enjoyed it, and we bonded over it. (Long story short, he never actually ended up reading beyond the third book, I think.) However, in re-reading it years later, in the fall of 2006, I stopped after a few chapters. I cringed. I’d been fully immersed in English literature and Creative Writing classes at college by then, and I’d also read a lot more fantasy. A lot. Not only fantasy but other genres as well; I’d discovered the 18th century, too, a century I’d somehow mysteriously skipped in my education in high school and college up until the fall of 2005.
I now, in 2008, have come to agree with Limyaael’s assessment, that the books are more or less full of excess, badly disguised tropes, and annoying, annoying things. (I’ve always been a hater of the Sisters of the Light, but I didn’t start disliking the Aes Sedai until later.) I think a lot of Jordan fans (speaking from experience as a former active member of a Robert Jordan fan site) idealize the books far beyond their merit, and in addition a lot of them take the framework of the books (which is more or less fun) and use it to imagine their own worlds, characters, and doings, all of which are a lot more interesting than what Jordan came up with. Also, there are a few particular characters (all female) that had me gnashing my teeth, probably Faile in Jordan’s chief among them. Oh, Faile and Perrin. Shoot me in the foot. Not to mention Rand and the three ladies, which me, the mostly liberated woman, found irritating for its sheer implausibility based on a bad characterization substantiation rather than its concievability as a basic concept. I’m all for well-written open marriages or polygamy, or what have you, but it has to be well-substantiated and based in concrete characters. When your characters are flimsy, which Elayne (sorry) mostly is (Aviendha was always a favorite until she started being all cuddly with Elayne in a manner that was so blatantly not the Aviendha we all know and love)… oh, on and on.
But I still think of them fondly, for all of that! I find I’m embarrassed. I too am embarrassed somewhat by how inordinately excited I am by the upcoming Legend of the Seeker series based on the Sword of Truth books. (There was a half hour preview on TV this past Saturday; I was all geeky about it. Gosh, I am really geeky.) I’m also excited about the movie Twilight, even given how much I’ve criticized the books on this blog. Why? Maybe it’s that I find I have a personal stake in the genre, and I am really emotionally connected to how well those series/movies portray their source material as well as how well they do financially.
(I always find myself wondering what I’d do if someone options my stuff. Depending on the contract I’ll probably have little say or choice but still… I just hope it doesn’t turn into a Seeker: The Dark is Rising atrocity. ATROCITY. They ruined Susan Cooper’s book! Not that the twelve year olds ever heard of the Newbery Honor-winning book The Dark is Rising before that film, but…)
True Blood, HBO’s series based on Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse books, is terrifically true to the books (as far as Sookie’s plot is concerned), but it also takes its own liberties in creating interesting, new subplots (Tara and her mother, Tara and Sam, Jason and his addiction) that aren’t in the books at all — but the show does it well, while still staying loyal to the source material. I’m also fascinated by the adaptation process (and Hollywood versus independent means (Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog) versus television, both cable and network). Twilight is likely to be either decent or bad (it can’t be better than the book unless it halves the angst and quarters the melodrama, which from the trailer I can’t imagine it doing), and Legend of the Seeker looks, well, good. I doubt it’ll be amazing (even Sci Fi’s excellent take of the Dune novels wasn’t amazing, though I do own it on DVD, teehee). I don’t watch a lot of amazing television, but I do watch a lot of decently good television — more than I did in college, anyway. Fringe, Pushing Daisies — they’re not perfect or out-of-the-heavens wonderful (they’re not the pure, unadulterated nerdgasm that is 30 Rock, for instance), but I do enjoy them. And what, may I ask, is wrong with that? Nothing, I hope.
I was thinking earlier that this has to be one of the reasons I’ve always been compelled to be a writer. I’m a nit-picker, a perfectionist, one who constantly enjoys picking out things that don’t jive with me and explaining what would work for me and why. But rather than stop there (or merely point out what doesn’t work for me and bemoan the state of the world), I write. When I saw Disney’s Pocahontas as a 5th grader and was up-in-arms pissed and self-righteous about how utterly inaccurate it was, I knew I wasn’t like all the other kids. Or, even, some of the adults. (Yeah, I was over-dramatic from the cradle, ask my mother or my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Galdeau. They’ll tell you.) As a kid, I’d read a book about a male protagonist and the whiney female he saves and initially love it. The older I would get, the more I would question it. I’d wonder what if it’d be like this or what if that had happened instead. Eventually I’d get to the point where I’d get pissed and go write my answer to it. (Harry Potter evoked that in me. I was 13 and hopelessly annoyed at it after I was initially bubbling with giddy joy over it.)
As I’ve read more of the canon, as I’ve learned about writing, re-writing, hacking and slashing, editing, and all of the details, I find myself needing and demanding further complexity of myself, of my characters. I find my plots twisting in ways I’ve never seen in a book before, characters doing things I haven’t seen characters in books do before. I keep asking myself the questions. What if, what if. Why be confined to stereotypes or tropes? I’ve studied Campbell inside and out (and have the thesis to prove it) and knowing the formula I feel I’ve full license to break and bend it and find new ways to explore it based on the trends my characters take and the answers to the questions I find myself inescapably asking. Naturally someone’s done everything before in one way or another; I mean, there are only 36 basic plots and Shakespeare wrote most of them. I don’t know how much I really believe that. Our world is constantly changing. Our literature, our fantasies, should, too.
I write things that intrigue me — I don’t write to make myself happy. I’m not easily made happy. I enjoy challenges, being made to think, and yes, while I hate seeing myself mess up, I do it all the time. With enough hindsight, I look back on my mistakes, blunders, and unexpected happenings, and I learn from them. Or, ideally, I hope I do.
The Seeker of Truth… in Primetime?
Wednesday September 10, 2008
They are officially making a Sword of Truth television series — yes, bloggers, I am late with this news, so sue me — and I am surprised. Not shocked (I mean, it was bound to happen; the books are bestsellers) but surprised. “Legend of the Seeker.” Not so bad, looks like. Also, I mean, the first two (or three) books were genuinely exciting and fun, and the fourth through sixth were… slow… and sloggy… then after that I felt like I would die inside to continue reading it. It got so boring. I’m a stickler for subplots being tight and well-dealt-with. I like consistent narration, or narration from distinct voices in situations that I care about. (See Sherwood Smith’s Inda books if you want to see the perfect example of that to which I am referring.) I don’t like it when the main plot of a hero story gets drowned by the subplots simply to perpetuate the series. Yes, Richard has to Save the World but come on, all the perspective switches make me nauseous. Really. I don’t need to care about 18 different narrators.
And then there were the blatant Wheel of Time take-offs. Sisters of the Light, Aes Sedai… oy. I used to really whine about that, and I still am annoyed. I wouldn’t have been so annoyed if it’d been done more uniquely and if it’d been plain old written better. Jim Butcher’s Codex Alera’s books have trite moments, images, and devices, but he uses them in his own unique and wonderful way. (And come on, who doesn’t like the familiarity of the old tropes? I certainly love them and use them!) Tavi is, initially, a lot — a lot — like Garion in The Belgariad, but he’s so unusually himself. His story is so great. The perspective shifts and subplots are all tightly controlled, unique, and well-written. It’s part of the genre of heroic epic fantasy, but it’s not anything that’s come before it.
(I wonder if I love the Codex Alera books so particularly much because I figured Tavi’s big thing out by about what, chapter 3? Compared to my other epic fantasy series, when the secret came out past the middle in Wizard’s First Rule and at the frickin’ end of The Eye of the World. Like, just around the time Rand figures it out himself. Oy, still annoyed about that. But I was what, 15…? I was naive yet.)
ANYWAY. I will watch it. Because Wizard’s First Rule is a book I would recommend to anyone who likes epic fantasy — legitimately, the series really does jive with some people. Some people keep reading to be completionist, some think it’s brilliant. I think it had the potential to be one of the best had it been condensed and written better. (Robert Jordan has Terry Goodkind’s ass spanked in the raw writing talent department, just so you all know where I stand on the RJ/WoT vs. TG/SoT question.)
Hm. On that note, any browsers of this post have any new epic fantasy series recommendations? Having read the books posted on my Books page, I’m looking for a new epic series. I probably always am looking for a new series. Because there’s still so much out there…
The end of my summer reading…
Tuesday September 9, 2008
It’s been a while since I’ve really written and there’s no simple explanation for it. I just haven’t remembered. But that’s not to say that things haven’t been happening or I haven’t been reading. Actually in the intervening time between since when I last really wrote and now I finished King’s Shield, I read the MacCarrick brothers trilogy by Kresley Cole (If you Dare, If you Desire, If you Deceive), read Dream-Chaser and Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon, and even watched the premiere of HBO’s True Blood, based on Charlaine Harris’s Southern Vampire Series novels. All of which were excellent.
So to begin, King’s Shield was marvelous. Absolutely stunningly good. I devoured it and loved every moment. I can’t wait until it comes out in paperback so I can add it to the permanent collection. (I’d buy it now but I am finicky about series all being in the same format… same with Jim Butcher’s Codex Alera. I bought all of the ones currently in paperback because I love them but I can’t buy Captain’s Fury until it comes out in paperback and I also can’t buy Princep’s Fury the moment it comes out because I need them all to match… Oh, OCD.) Back to King’s Shield, I can’t believe it was so good. Series, especially epic fantasy series, tend to drag on forever. The Wheel of Time, the Sword of Truth… each book moved at a snail’s pace, introducing more subplots rather than resolving the main plot and original subplots it introduced at the start. As one reviewer said about this series, Sherwood Smith dares to resolve subplots. And major plots! But all along she’s throwing things in and stirring the pot and biding her time until WHAM! New plot, new stuff, same characters, shivery thrills all around. I can’t wait for the fourth book now… but it’s going to be so different from the other books. Not that it’s an offshoot but really, it’s going to be interesting to see where all of the plots she “ended” or temporarily resolved will play out in the fourth book as more stuff happens. Because this world is too rich for it to be over yet. Or anytime soon. But with books this good I’m always going to want more…
I read Kresley Cole’s trilogy in and around my classic devouring of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s books. Kresley Cole is so talented compared to Sherrilyn Kenyon. And that talent is evident in so many aspects of her writing. Kenyon has a taste for fantasy and the ability to write but her fiction at this point feels so serialized and predictable (not that I don’t devour them) whereas Kresley Cole throws genuinely strange and amazingly unique characters together and runs with them. She really does make her male heroes sexy but flawed, whereas Kenyon just says they’re flawed, shows them as being mean but perfect, then runs with their inevitable character change. (Except for Acheron. I’ll get there.) Cole’s books are also really love stories and heroic adventures that just happen to have some raunchy scenes. Kenyon’s books are, well, blatant in a sort of almost rude and glaring way at times. Yes, he’s attracted to her right off but do we need the visual of an instant bulge in the pants? Cole goes deeper. Why is he attracted? How so? What particulars? Is it that sneaky smile she makes that shows she’s up to no good, when despite all appearances she looks all prim and proper? It’s adorable and really well-done. Sigh. Maybe it’s because of the recent juxaposition of these novels that I’ve seen their contrasts so vividly. If I haven’t read a Kenyon book in a while it seems great. If I haven’t read a Cole book in a while, any real honesty and intimacy between characters can seem to take forever. (She builds it up, generally, slowly.) But together it seemed so obvious that I prefer Cole’s books.
The MacCarrick brothers books additionally were astounding as much as for their historical settings and the depth to which Cole had clearly researched and built up their individually unique worlds (1850s Andorra, Paris, London, Scotland…), and she really made me feel comfortable in those worlds. Her characters too were vibrantly different. Whereas with Kenyon, except for Tabitha in the Dark-Hunter series, pretty much every main character woman is identical to anyone else. They have so much of the same characteristics they don’t really feel different. Artemis is really well characterized but she’s also not so much a main character as a canonical staple. Acheron, though, is different… so consistent and so incredibly real… until the second half of his book. Then he becomes so much like Zarek and Kyrian and all of her “best” heroes that I’m constantly surprised it’s Acheron we’re talking about. In that regard it was somewhat disappointing. (Also, the “modern” part of the book felt rushed and forced compared to the beautiful, gripping, emotionally raw first part. That part was truly well-done and will stay with me.)
That all being said though, I still enjoyed Dream-Chaser and Acheron. I’m still going to read the subsequent books. She’s got the knack of addicting me. Now while I won’t actually buy these books (though I’m debating getting Acheron when it comes to paperback because it really was unusually good for a Kenyon book, and the first half of it was extraordinary and the latter… while imperfect still was as good or better than a typical Dark-Hunter series book) I still enjoy them. And I am glad I do. I might be high-minded but I really do enjoy a good serialized read now and again.
Oh, and regarding the post I posted while in the middle of Acheron, I was right about the choice of love interest for the modern part. I’d sort of had a whoppingly large suspicion when I read the book in which she was introduced though I was a bit skeptical at first because of who she is. I’d thought for a while it had to be someone else until that got debunked enough for me to bet that if she chose that woman I’d stop reading those books forever. So I am glad Kenyon chose whom she did.
True Blood. Ah, HBO. You never can disappoint me. I don’t think it’s possible. That show was amazing. The way they showed Sookie’s telepathy — as a constant source of distraction and irritation — versus the silence around Bill as a sublime relief… it’s so good. They also foreshadowed or just plain old introduced every major character in the first book (or two) and I’m so excited. All of the characters seem awesome and well-cast, and except for Tara Thornton (whom they changed, a lot) the series is true to the books. Really accurately so. Thus I am so excited. If that was only episode one… If you haven’t seen it, watch it… if you don’t have HBO, rent it when it comes to DVD or ask someone to tape it. Really. It’s so good!
Also, Mad Men was and continues to be excellent this season. I’m looking forward to the Emmys!
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