Tsyr
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Storm Raven said:No, every post you've put up demonstrates quite clearly that you don't understand the books. Not liking them is fine. However, pointing out that everything you've posted about the books indicates that you missed the point is not the same thing as saying you should like them. And everything you've posted indicates that you didn't understand what the books were about.
I've been silent so far; I mostly lurk these days, sadly. But I have to chime in here.
What mouse (and others, and now myself) I think are trying to tell you is this:
We understand the story isn't about a "hero".
We understand that the main character isn't a hero, and he doesn't want any of the stuff he's going though.
We understand that Donaldon is trying to do 'deep' fantasy here, making us question standard assumptions about character roles and such.
We get that, thank you very much.
The thing is, the book leaves me with *nothing*. It certainly doesn't inspire me. It doesn't entertain me. It doesn't make me stop to think about anything (I'm perfectly aware of what Donaldson is trying to show, thank you). It provides no revelations. It doesn't even present a view of a signifigant event (Unlike, say, Shindler's List).
To me, the entire series is a waste. I derive nothing from them, save for a general sense of distaste, a revulsion towards the main character I can rarely muster for anyone, and a renewed apathy for mankind.
See, here's the thing for me.
I can read a novel about a pretty terrible person. I've done that.
I can read a novel about a whiney person. I've done that.
But a novel about a terrible person who is whiney is too much.
I cannot *stand* the character. At all.
Any so called 'point' of Donaldson's work becomes irrelivant; I refuse to suffer through the books to get it. I don't care how important the message is, dealing with the insufferable human waste that Donaldson uses as a vehicle for the story turns me off.
Likewise I do not care that Covenant was a leper; I do not have real-world 'sympathy' as such for a novel character; Every facet of his character is defined by Donaldson. I do not grant him a pardon for being vile because of unfortunate life circumstances, because Donaldson wrote those life circumstances into him. They exist to give backdrop for the character obsensibly, but all they seem to be used as is an excuse to make a vile character, and try to get people to look at him in a more understanding light.
Yes, I read paste the rape scene. I made it nearly to the third book. And saw no reason to continue. Of course, no, I didn't finish it, so your response will be, "Well, because you didn't finish it, you missed the point".
Here is my point, summed up:
I don't care about the "point" of the book enough to deal with the absolutely vile main character long enough to get it.
This is where Donaldson failed.