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6 Apr 2006 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayoraaseiThis must be the first big non-comical fantasy book I've read in ages....
I'm still not finished....
Kay's touch at storytelling never fails to be masterly. Sometimes I wonder if it's because of it that Tigana doesn't touch me so deeply, as Fionavar had.
Or maybe I should keep it all unsaid until I have read it all.
...I wonder if Fionavar would move me now as much as it did before, and if it had moved me solely because of Diarmuid and Darien and Finn; was it the aching innocence of the two boys and the terrible fact that they needed to have died for their land to be saved? Was it the affectionate guile of Diarmuid that he carried even to his death?
Did they need to have died to affect me? I don't know.
Tigana is different. The perception of it is different and the perspective is different.
There seems to be a vast distance between the readers and the characters, despite the intricate planting of details. A murkiness, some sort of confusion I don't quite understand. It might have been intended this way, the detachment and passionlessness of a recount set long past in the memories.
Because I hadn't expected it to be so passionless and detached.
Because the tone that prevails, tolling unerringly, is one of heaviness and burden.
Not anger. Not hatred. Not heart-rending grief or desperation. It's as though all those emotions have been eroded in the 20 years since the fall of Avalle that all that remains is the cold, hard determination for vengeance.
I expected different, possibly in some carthatic way. Tigana treads closer to my memories than Fionavar. The attitudes of the characters are perfect microcosms of the international attitude towards totalitarian states.
Though I still have not managed to get around the attitude of Alessan's mother. I still don't quite understand why she considers Alessan cowardly for trying to reconstruct Tigana.
...Hmm. Will write more when I finish reading.
I'm still not finished....
Kay's touch at storytelling never fails to be masterly. Sometimes I wonder if it's because of it that Tigana doesn't touch me so deeply, as Fionavar had.
Or maybe I should keep it all unsaid until I have read it all.
...I wonder if Fionavar would move me now as much as it did before, and if it had moved me solely because of Diarmuid and Darien and Finn; was it the aching innocence of the two boys and the terrible fact that they needed to have died for their land to be saved? Was it the affectionate guile of Diarmuid that he carried even to his death?
Did they need to have died to affect me? I don't know.
Tigana is different. The perception of it is different and the perspective is different.
There seems to be a vast distance between the readers and the characters, despite the intricate planting of details. A murkiness, some sort of confusion I don't quite understand. It might have been intended this way, the detachment and passionlessness of a recount set long past in the memories.
Because I hadn't expected it to be so passionless and detached.
Because the tone that prevails, tolling unerringly, is one of heaviness and burden.
Not anger. Not hatred. Not heart-rending grief or desperation. It's as though all those emotions have been eroded in the 20 years since the fall of Avalle that all that remains is the cold, hard determination for vengeance.
I expected different, possibly in some carthatic way. Tigana treads closer to my memories than Fionavar. The attitudes of the characters are perfect microcosms of the international attitude towards totalitarian states.
Though I still have not managed to get around the attitude of Alessan's mother. I still don't quite understand why she considers Alessan cowardly for trying to reconstruct Tigana.
...Hmm. Will write more when I finish reading.
