Roland 85
July 23rd, 2010, 08:16 PM
Title and idea stolen without permission of the original authors :D
So, this topic is about the decline (perceived or real) of the Malazan Book of the Fallen series. It's mildly rant-oriented, but I'd appreciate it if we could keep it civil.
I have a little chip on my shoulder where Erikson is concerned, tbh. The first three books of the series turned my perspective of fantasy upside down. I was utterly in love with it, I breathed this world. I still do, to an extent, where books 1-5 are concerned. Then the most weird thing happened: Erikson turned my perspective of bad fantasy upside down too, by managing to mess up different elements with every new installment.
The Bonehunters was basically a big chunk of nothing-happening with two 100-page gorgeous action-sequences in it - one in the middle, and one in the end.
Reaper's Gale was filled with plot-threads ending in the most ridiculous ways - the Sengar parents' one for example -and generally gave the impression that Erikson simply didn't know what to do with so many characters. Also, this was the first book where nothing happened for the ENTIRE length of the novel, until the obligatory convergence in the end.
Toll the Hounds's structure was painful to the extreme (and from what I hear, it has been kept in Dust of Dreams) - five pages of one character - jump to the next, five pages of the new character - jump to the next. With the first two and a half pages of every entry filled with the character's emo-introspections. Repeat ad nauseum. And again - 800 pages of build-up usually lead to disappointment, and I don't think any amount of Epic Ancient Revelations And Mighty Godlike Powers Converging could balance that much inaction.
Also, Erikson seems to me to have lost the balance between rich language and overstyling, and what used to be beautiful to me, is now just tediously loquacious. Plus, of course, the nihilist philosophizing on the pointlessness of pointlessness and the death of dust and dust of death and so forth is way too much like a late Frank Herbert rambling for me to be able to care.
I say all of this with the admission that I still like the Malazan series, and the only reason I haven't read Dust of Dreams yet is because I'm waiting for The Crippled God to get closer. I am also planning a reread with the hope that I will be able to appreciate books 6-8 more the second time around. It's just that the magic is - for now at least - gone for me.
So, this topic is about the decline (perceived or real) of the Malazan Book of the Fallen series. It's mildly rant-oriented, but I'd appreciate it if we could keep it civil.
I have a little chip on my shoulder where Erikson is concerned, tbh. The first three books of the series turned my perspective of fantasy upside down. I was utterly in love with it, I breathed this world. I still do, to an extent, where books 1-5 are concerned. Then the most weird thing happened: Erikson turned my perspective of bad fantasy upside down too, by managing to mess up different elements with every new installment.
The Bonehunters was basically a big chunk of nothing-happening with two 100-page gorgeous action-sequences in it - one in the middle, and one in the end.
Reaper's Gale was filled with plot-threads ending in the most ridiculous ways - the Sengar parents' one for example -and generally gave the impression that Erikson simply didn't know what to do with so many characters. Also, this was the first book where nothing happened for the ENTIRE length of the novel, until the obligatory convergence in the end.
Toll the Hounds's structure was painful to the extreme (and from what I hear, it has been kept in Dust of Dreams) - five pages of one character - jump to the next, five pages of the new character - jump to the next. With the first two and a half pages of every entry filled with the character's emo-introspections. Repeat ad nauseum. And again - 800 pages of build-up usually lead to disappointment, and I don't think any amount of Epic Ancient Revelations And Mighty Godlike Powers Converging could balance that much inaction.
Also, Erikson seems to me to have lost the balance between rich language and overstyling, and what used to be beautiful to me, is now just tediously loquacious. Plus, of course, the nihilist philosophizing on the pointlessness of pointlessness and the death of dust and dust of death and so forth is way too much like a late Frank Herbert rambling for me to be able to care.
I say all of this with the admission that I still like the Malazan series, and the only reason I haven't read Dust of Dreams yet is because I'm waiting for The Crippled God to get closer. I am also planning a reread with the hope that I will be able to appreciate books 6-8 more the second time around. It's just that the magic is - for now at least - gone for me.

