A Few Problems with A Song Of Ice and Fire
I read all of it, one book after the other, and ended a month ago. And since then, I have
had a couple of things about it bothering me. Let's see if they make some sense. Mind you,
I am going to read volumes six and seven, because these books are addictive as crack in
But, just like crack, they have some worrisome features.
There May Be No Plan
We are five books (and a couple of chapters) into it. It's supposed to be a seven book
series. And nothing has happened. You may say a lot has, like "this character got killed"
and "that other character got killed" (and a hundred other characters got killed), yeah.
But what has changed in the five kingdoms?
It's starting to feel, these many pages later, as if ... well, who cares what happens? The
five kingdoms will have a king, or another. There will be dragons (which will support a
king or another), there is war and everyone is having a crappy time, but hey, all that
happened five times in the last hundred years or so already.
The hand of the king was killed? Well, so were five of the last seven hands.
A Targaryen may come, lay waste to all the armies of the realm and be crowned? Well,
that already happened in the field of fire, and they had Targaryens for a while, until
they ran out of dragons.
The Ironmen may conquer the north? Well, they already had conquered it a couple centuries
ago, and then they lost it.
And so on: any of the payoffs of the book series has already happened, some of it more than
once. So, what's special about this time around?
Does the author have a plan, something up his sleeve that's going to be a shock? I don't
know, but the tricks are starting to get repetitive.
What would happen if, after seven books, it turns out that there's nothing special?
It's Too Earth-Like
The five kingdoms. Scotland, England, Wales, Ireland and which one? Isle of Man?
Because, come on. There's these people who are almost exactly Mongols, except they
have bells in their hair. There's the pseudo-viking, the pseudo-scots, the ersatz-irish,
the fake-italians, the I-can't-believe-it's-not-chinese and so on.
There are knights, whose armour is exactly medieval armour. There's the seafaring
raiders, on their longships. Etcetera, etcetera, et-freaking-cetera. It's like whenever
the author needs to add an "exotic" character, he just throws a dart at the map,
then another, creates a mix 80% one, 20% the other, makes up some silly ortography rule
for names, and that's it.
The Magic is Lazy
So, dragons. And of course, dragons create magic (you can see how lots of magical gizmos
start working since the dragons came).
So, let's make magic everything. Want to have legendary swords? Then they are made of Valyrian
steel. That's magical steel, which is why it seems to never need sharpening. That's why you can
have family heirloom swords. Because they are magical.
And there's a magical door, made of magical wood. The magical wood comes, of course, from magical
And there's fake magical swords, made by real eastern magic. And there's magical assassins.
And magical coins, magical candles. And so on, and so forth. You can't paint yourself into
corners when you can count on there being a magical paintbrush that lays down paint that
doesn't stain the magical shoes of the painters of the magical land of Paintheria, whose
names always have a double laryngeal consonant in the middle.
More is More is More is Less
The first book manages to tell roughly a (earth) year of story. The fourth and fifth,
together because they happen simultaneously, cover perhaps three months. And there
are characters we have not seen since book three, when they were just about to say
something. We are currently entering the third book waiting to know what the maiden
of Tarth said at that moment.
There are books that are about one character, there are those that are about a dozen,
there are those that are about one hundred. None of the latter is any good. The story
keeps expanding and slowing down. At this step, all of book seven is going to be about
a single day in the lifes of 50 first-person characters, and each one will describe
their breakfast, before we unexpectedly get promised (very soon now) an eight book
which will cover their post-breakfast craps and clear every question we may have had about
You, who know what was in the pies served in the feast at Winterfell in volume 5,
you are being spoonfed that kind of thing to make you feel smart and knowledgeable.
If you don't know what was in that pie... well, YOU MISSED IT.
And how is it a good idea to write three pages that (if you have a good memory)
shout what was in that pie, when it's a story about a third-line and fourth-line
characters whose names noone will remember?
Well, it's a good idea because it's fan service, and fans love being served.
But it's a cynical, calculating move. You are being served bad pie there, fans.
So, Are the Books Good?
They are awesome. I can't wait for the sixth volume. George RR Martin, here's my money.
Tell me a story.
Syndicated 2013-03-09 21:43:11 from Lateral Opinion