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From:[personal profile] sami
Date: May 11th, 2009 07:59 am (UTC)
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I... wow.

So, the Jews are the subterranean religious fanatics everyone finds kind of weird, and whose major character representative is a thoroughly weird religious fanatic everyone finds really irritating until he becomes more like them. Including overcoming a lot of the moral teachings of his people.

That's not problematic at ALL.
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From:[personal profile] embryomystic
Date: May 11th, 2009 08:25 am (UTC)
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I know, right? But they're subterranean Jews with superpowers, remember. They can walk through stone. Wait... this is clearing up that whole 'empty tomb' thing in the Gospels. Jesus could walk through solid stone! Cool.

As much as those books came to frustrate me once I started getting critical (and it was gender stuff, mostly, that got to me; men are like this, and women, well, they're like that), it wasn't until skimming The Rivan Codex that I really began to understand how consciously formulaic they were. Why would anyone write a book that explains how uncreative they were in writing their most famous books? Self-effacing, I get, but this is, like, a guide to creating your own shitty fantasy series.
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From:[personal profile] eisen
Date: May 11th, 2009 12:04 pm (UTC)
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That is weird and disturbing. I've never been able to finish the Codex, so I always figured the Ulgo were stereotyping the fundamentalist sects of all the Abrahamic religions; it never would've occurred to me he'd have had a specific one of them in mind. As opposed to the Drasnians, who, since it was my impression that each member of the questing party was meant to typify their ethnicity of origin (like in old-style high fantasy - and there's not a cliché from old-style high fantasy Eddings doesn't love), I honestly felt were the more stereotypically Jewish because of how much time the books spent making odd comments about Silk's nose and Drasnians' unerring eye for a good deal - characteristics I rarely found particularly prevalent in the Jews I knew IRL but found repeatedly in the Jewish characters I knew from fiction. And between the two of them OH GOD SO MUCH SKETCHY RACE PROBLEMS HERE, EDDINGS, WTF.

Eddings' honesty about the fact that he has never been very interested in doing anything but hacked-off cliché-ridden fantasy is one of the reasons I liked him when I first found him, actually? It was really refreshing, at the time I picked up Eddings, to have a fantasy author who was so blatantly honest that he wasn't interested in writing anything new, just writing a bunch of old stories with a sense of humor about their origins. But no, sometimes he just goes too far; men are all brave to the point of idiocy and women are always complaining and everyone must get married and every marriage is "yes, dear *sigh*" on the man's part and and and. And then there is the racial stuff which was totally sketchy as hell the whole time and was only barely tolerable because even the main character wasn't all that immune to the rules of the stereotypes. There are all these unchecked and unconsidered assumptions riddling the Eddings books - even on top of the ones Eddings took from his study of fantasy, looked at carefully, and tossed in anyway because he thought they might be funny and/or necessary to the generic plot he wanted to build.

And yet, I still like his books, because on some level they give me what I'm used to with a nice, fluffy coat of silly hijinks on top, even when I can't stop my brain shrieking at the problems underneath. They're like the worst sort of comfort food: it doesn't even taste all that good, but your brain's become convinced it does, and afterwards you're full and blissfully incapable of coherent thought through the food-induced stupor you've put yourself in, but you'll feel queasy for the rest of the week. If I'd discovered Eddings now I'd feel differently, but I've spent too much time being stupidly fond of the things to be able to shake my enjoyment of them even when they hurt me, these days. :/
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