Pirates, people. As in puffy sleeves and pieces of eight. Because? George Arrr Arrr Martin! I can’t help but call him that.
And, so, on to books. I have to confess before Game of Thrones got made into a popular TV series (though still not played on free-to-air here and PLEASE do NOT tell me it’s going to only play on that damn new Sky TV channel because I ain’t paying no way no how) I had not even heard of George Arr Arr. There’s a very good reason for this: I am not a fan of the fantasy genre in general, except for Terry Pratchett, however I’m not above jumping on a bandwagon, and the George Arr Arr bandwagon seemed particularly strong.
Where have I been all this time, I wondered?
So a visit to my local library garnered me a copy of Clash of Kings. This is the second in the series, being as Game of Thrones was on loan. Spoilers and reading out of order don’t bother me.

I read the whole thing – and within about 5 days, which is pretty good going for me, considering this paperback is very very thick and the printing is very very small.
And I did really enjoy it. The plot is overwhelmingly complex, with an unbelievable number of characters, so I had to really just let go of trying to keep track of anything in the first quarter of the book until I felt reasonably up to speed.
“Enthralling” is the word here – it is very hard to put this book down, if I didn’t have to sleep, eat and work I would have read it in a day.
Buuuuuut… and there are a lot of buts (*titter*). When I finished, that was it. Despite the complexity of the plot it doesn’t stay with you. There was nothing for me to ponder over, no larger questions, no enduring or endearing or even enticing characters. There was just a lot of stuff happening. Which is highly readable and all, but once it’s over, that’s it. It’s over and you don’t need to think about it anymore. And, seriously, the characters are ALL THE SAME. Except they’re not, they’re men and women and kings and little princesses and little princes, well you get my point, they’re all different and yet they all sound the same. There’s very little to distinguish between the voices of every character except their names.
What this all means is while I would read more Arr Arr when I can, I don’t feel an overwhelming urge to run to the library immediately and get every title in the series out.
This may be a somewhat confusing post – ambivalent enjoyment is a confusing opinion to have!
If you’d like a more detailed and thoughtful analysis of the problems with George R. R. Martin and modern fantasy then I seriously recommend reading this post (just a note that if you decide to look around the rest of the site you may find it a little NSFW. In between the cute kitty pics, that is):
http://andrealessi.tumblr.com/post/9247286007/some-comments-on-the-structure-and-style-of-george-r-r
It’s a great piece. The only thing I’d add is made up names. Seriously, I get SO sick of the made up names in fantasy. So I made a game out of it. As you do.
- Grab the first book on your shelf.
- Flip the pages, then randomly plunk your finger in. Make a note of the syllable your finger landed on.
- Do this three times.
- Voila. You have your name.
Here’s three names I came up with earlier:
Nginto
Quopho
Astynd
Feel free to play this game, and/or adapt to some sort of drinking version. Just let me know how it works.
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