I absolutely love this play. It’s a nightmare because it made me feel sick. But that is good. Intensity in a play is a good thing. I loved the sarcasm and dry humor and violence and evilness. And it is so much more than just that. I have to see it on stage one day.
The first thing I noticed was that in the first 2/3 of the story, the style was wooden. The sentence structure was always the same and most basic. This made it a bit difficult for me because I found my mind wandering. It improved towards the end though and as, I can only assume, the author got to the place in the story where he wanted to be.
I also continuously substituted Eragon with Aragorn. That both fall in love with a dark haired female elf was also not helping. And that, sadly, that elf is called Arya confused me even more because I put “Stark” after her name too…and thus saw a little girl in my mind’s eye. (Not his fault that last bit, though). I also think it’s sad that the Dwarfs and Elves are basically Tolkien’s. They look and talk like them and the Elves come from over the sea. I would have loved a new spin on it. I also read Vanilor somewhere which is too close to Valinor for me to not roll my eyes.
These may be coincidences but they weren’t helping.
I started to enjoy it the better the style became. I understand the author was in his Teens as he wrote it? So, I can be forgiving and will read on. 🙂 It has potential. But, honestly, I prefer LOTR over this. And I prefer Laurence/Temeraire over Eragon/Saphira. Had I not read those before, it might be different.
I love this so much!
First it is funny.
Second it is important. It is one of those books that everyone should read, I think. Because it is about humanity, and respect and tolerance and friendship and life and stories. Because it made me ashamed of being a human being because clearly, we really suck most of the time (don’t argue, we do.. I mean, really, the things we do to each other every day?).
It’s beautiful. And I encourage everyone to read it.
At first I was like: Meh, timetravel.
I should have trusted him. Not only does he get it right (all the timey-wimey-stuff. Fantastic.). But the story was so personal (I love Vimes by now) and so moving, I couldn’t put it down. Also: dark. So very very dark (and such a long way from the very fist novel with Rincewind and Twoflower). And intelligent. And wonderful. And warm. And sad. And it’s wonderful to read about the back-story of them all, e.g, Reg and Nobby.
How can someone write so many novels and retain such a quality of work? *worships*
Bigger on the inside.
Every word matters, there seems to be no random one. It is just 145 pages long but it is richer than most novels twice the size. The struggle of a man to be one. Women being stronger and fighting for their identity. Discovering roots. Her usual themes but always gripping and with a new spin.
It gets to you, deeply. It’s a masterpiece, again.
It took me three attempts to get done. After the first third it got interesting, even if the plotting was a bit convenient and didn’t have have so many twists and turns. My favorite line was this:
“And I,” said Dick, “that never cared a straw for any manner of woman until now, I took to you when I thought ye were a boy. I had a pity to you and don’t know why. When I would have belted you, the hand failed me. But when ye owned ye were a maid, Jack -for still I will call you Jack- I made sure ye were the maid for me. (…)”
Well, Dick, I can tell you why you might have fallen for Jack…
Anyway. The language, obviously, also needed some getting used to. But it was okay, in the end.