I really hate reading about Quentin, the precocious, selfish, egocentric twerp who probably took my place at Princeton once upon a time.īut I really, really love these wintery book covers!īeing told a sly fantastic tale by an affluent kid cussing and loosening his prep-school tie while waiting for someone to bring him a smokey glass of scotch makes it nearly impossible to read any page and become fully immersed in this wry, densely imbricated postmodern yarn. This is fantasy literature! I should love every moment of this book! Helplessly ensconced inside binary oppositions, I had a deep love/hate relationship with this entire fantasy series all the way through (which is probably what the author wanted).Ī typical reading session went something like this: If you have any familiarity with The Magicians trilogy by Lev Grossman, you know the books seem to thrive on anticlimax and following established generic tropes only to mercilessly flip them on their head and not fulfill the reader’s expectations.
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