“I love when the ‘literary establishment’ ‘discovers’ fantasy” tweeted @DelReySpectra, the American genre publishers, yesterday, linking to an article in the New Yorker.
The article in question, The Dragon’s Egg – high fantasy for young adults was a very well-written piece, articulate and full of gentle humour, so I can see why Adam Gopnik has won the National Magazine Award for his essays, but by the time I got to the end of it I was left with a somewhat bitter aftertaste: a distinct impression that he thinks *all* fantasy is for young adults.
The books with which he chose to illustrate his piece were Lord of the Rings, the Twilight saga, and the Inheritance Cycle. You could almost see the labels “enduring classic”, “for girls” and “for boys” floating over them, saying look at me, look at how balanced I’m being. Continue reading
…for I have sinned.
I’ve never read George RR Martin.
Don’t ask me why, because I really couldn’t say. I adore the title of the series “A Song of Ice and Fire”. I’ve just never found myself motivated to pick up one of his books. Actually, tell a lie, I did pick up a copy of “A Game of Thrones” in Waterstone’s once but put it down again before I got to the till.
Before the fantasy establishment mob besieges Cooper Towers with pitchforks and blazing torches, ready to burn the heretic, let me just say that I am remedying this right this instant. Since HBO has green-lighted a mini-series based on A Game of Thrones, starring the scrummy Sean Bean, no less, my interest has been piqued.
Piqued enough to go and buy the book. Gawd knows when I’ll find time to read it, since I’m supposed to be writing one of my own here, but I’ll try. Really I will. Now put those pitchforks down before someone gets hurt.