Friday, October 3, 2014

The Way of Kings: A Lack of Interest and Racism


Before starting this review I should mention that I picked this book up right after finishing, A Dance of Dragons, by Goerge R.R. Martin. My expectations were high; I was ready for another in-depth, detailed novel full of great character development…

The Way of Kings, is a fantasy novel written by Brandon Sanderson who is best known for his Mistborn Series and as the concluding author of Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time series. I have read neither series, nor do I care to after reading this book. Sanderson’s novel simply failed to produce. For reasons unknown he wrote this fantasy for a teenage reading audience (perhaps his other well-known series are as well). Because of this, the novel was lacking in more ways than one: swearing was nonexistent; kissing, at most, in any romantic scene; descriptions of death were harnessed in for the younger crowd; and character development was seriously lacking. I was thoroughly disappointed at how childish the characters were portrayed, and to be quite frank, they were predictable. Topping it all off, Sanderson relied on magic to keep the momentum of the story moving forward. This problem occurs all too often in fantasy, which leads to downright predictable situations that could otherwise be avoided, and that is precisely the case with this book.

That is not to say all is bad. The story takes place in a world known as Roshar with the bulk of action occurring in the shattered plains, a war-ridden, chasm-filled plateau battered by millennia of colossal storm systems known as highstorms. Even though I found myself repeatedly disappointed while reading, I couldn’t put the book down. The plot was somewhat interesting and fluid, despite annoying interruptions at the end of each section about past events. Sanderson was obviously building up background information in order to explain a big connection later on. The massive war and mystery behind the enemy, a mysterious black race, is enough to keep my interest for another book or two, but that pretty much sums it up as far as redeeming qualities go. Considering the series is rumored to be ten books, waiting for it to end is not likely.

There was one last thing that stood out in this book. A black race named the Parshendi is represented as a dumb race that was conquered and turned into slaves during a massive rebellion in the story’s history. Of course this is a fiction novel so anything goes, but it seems Sanderson is implying something here that makes me question his underlying principles. I would love to read the author who wrote about the enslavement of whites. You know that story has been written.

B.-