npm0925 said:
I read all of his New/Long/Short Sun novels except Return to the Whorl. What else do you recommend?
Is there anything better than Gene Wolfe in fantasy? Probably not.
I think the Chalion books by Lois McMaster Bujold are the only things that do come close. Everything by Robin Hobb is also great. Sean Stewart, Tim Powers and Neil Gaiman are up there as well.
Malazan is very enjoyable, perhaps even a guilty pleasure. However, the problem is that Erikson has a habit of meandering along through hundreds of pages towards a goal that might or might not be acted upon in this novel, the next or even further down the line. This is made partway understandable by the fact that it's a ten-part series. Still, there's so much he does right, especially with the trilogy of novels that follow his first. It's truly epic and vast in its scope, so much so that I'm absolutely gob-smacked at some points, if somewhat unappealing for those uninterested with genre fiction.
Scott Lynch's Gentleman Bastard sequence could be the funniest and most entertaining thing in fantasy. The Black Company novels by Glen Cook are gritty, satisfying affairs. Tad William's Memory, Sorrow and Thorn is somewhat generic, but it hits an emotional strand not many fantasy works do. I also hear his sci-fi work is better. All three are solid, and very readable.
Guy Gavriel Kay is an established name that can do wonders. Lynn Flewelling is not as established, but has a lot of potential in my mind. Ursula K. Le Guin is past her best, but the first Earthsea book is a classic. Robert E. Howard is always a pleasure to read. And I should probably stop rambling.
Stephen R. Donaldson and R. Scott Bakker? Overrated, but decent.
Terry Brooks, Terry Goodkind, Salvatore and their ilk? Terrible.
Raymond E. Feist? If you ever thought you'd love for a particular novel to never end, well, this author proves that this is the worst idea you could wish for. After a solid six or seven novels, he moves into some truly horrific tripe and elongates a storyline well beyond its welcome, but still manages to bring out a glimmer or two of quality once in a while. I think his Dirty Dozen-esque novel is probably his best, and that came at the latter end of his career. The point at which that Hawkins kid evolves into a globe-trotting James Bond-type in a
fantasy setting is where I jumped ship. Frustrating at best, and infuriating at his worst.
Of course, these are only recommendations and one man's Speed Racer is another man's Speed Racer. I should also mention that I haven't read Steven Brust, David Gemmell (can never get past the first couple of pages in his books, to be honest), Moorcock, Kate Elliott, China Miéville, Patricia A. McKillip, Jim Butcher or Abecrombie yet. All of which I've heard some good things about.
npm0925 said:
Fuck. So I have to slog through another 500 pages of this book to get to the good stuff. This is the reason fantasy has such a bad reputation. It's like playing a fucking J-RPG; filler is the literary equivalent of grinding levels.
And the first book -- A Game of Thrones -- had no filler whatsoever and is probably the best mainstream fantasy novel written since Robert Jordan's first 3 filler-free WoT novels. This second book is chock full of the stuff.
I agree, it's one of the reasons why I often feel that Martin is sometimes over-praised. However, A Game of Thrones, as you said, is a great book. The second meanwhile is decent at best, and of course, nothing really happens until the second half of the novel. A Storm of Swords will blow you the hell away, though. It's one of the reasons the author is called GRRMurder after all. :lol
A Feast For Crows is somewhat disappointing as well, but Martin split the book in half so that all the character POVs which are actually most enjoyable to read are in A Dance With Dragons. An abysmal editing choice, really. If you want, split it in half so that it's a two-volume whole, but taking away the high points of the tale as you set up the pathways of the supporting characters is not good enough... and quite boring, really.
Back on topic, I'm finally onto reading something new. Umberto Eco's The Island The Day Before. Looks very interesting, and my appetite is definitely whetted after Foucault's Pendulum.