End of a series
Apr. 5th, 2005 04:00 pmI finished reading The Hour of the Donkey this morning. It felt extremely different from the rest of the Anthony Price books in that series -- it's the end of a continuum that describes that series, I think. Anyway, it was different enough that I didn't have the kind of bittersweet feeling I sometimes have finishing long series I like a lot. It was just -- oh, well, that's done, just as if it was anything, really. I enjoyed it, but not in the same way, quite, and not to the same degree, either.
I almost never have that bittersweet feeling about trilogies. I think most trilogies just aren't long enough to get me into that kind of groove. And length can kill it in the other direction, too: I may not read the next of Lawrence Block's Bernie Rhodenbarr series, if there is one, and if the last one was the last one, I won't be particularly sad, because I think he's already done at least one and possibly two or three too many in that series.
It's harder, too, to feel truly melancholy when the author is still writing things, because then I mostly want them to go on to other interesting things. (Sethra Lavode was a bit sad, however, because I knew he was going on to other interesting things anyway, in which case I don't see why I shouldn't get more Paarfi books also. And the answer is still "there are only so many hours in the day," I suppose, and "things had come to their end," so on we go.)
And sometimes the author manages to screw things up badly enough with the ending that I get too mad to notice that the series I liked is almost over. Which is, I suppose, considerate in its way. (I'm thinking of C.S. Lewis and Robin Hobb here -- Robin Hobb with the Assassin/Fool series, since I haven't finished the Ship series yet.)
But when they're dead -- and when the series has not overstayed its welcome -- and when the ending doesn't annoy me enough to distract me -- then I mope.
Mostly. But not today.
Which series have you been sorry to finish?
I'm now reading Edith Pattou's East, which is interesting to me more in its concept than in its execution. I am apparently a sucker for polar bears (see also: Pullman, Philip), but not necessarily for polar bear perspectives: oof.
And poking around my files to see what I've got in here that might sound like fun to write, maybe. The disir are gnawing the corners of my brain; we'll see if they look like fun or just like necessary good work. (They are sticking around for "Singing Them Back," which I owe to
elisem from lo these many moons ago.) Maybe I will poke Toni of "MacArthur Station" and "Glass Wind" and the others. She's generally fun to write, even when her life sucks. Possibly especially then.
I almost never have that bittersweet feeling about trilogies. I think most trilogies just aren't long enough to get me into that kind of groove. And length can kill it in the other direction, too: I may not read the next of Lawrence Block's Bernie Rhodenbarr series, if there is one, and if the last one was the last one, I won't be particularly sad, because I think he's already done at least one and possibly two or three too many in that series.
It's harder, too, to feel truly melancholy when the author is still writing things, because then I mostly want them to go on to other interesting things. (Sethra Lavode was a bit sad, however, because I knew he was going on to other interesting things anyway, in which case I don't see why I shouldn't get more Paarfi books also. And the answer is still "there are only so many hours in the day," I suppose, and "things had come to their end," so on we go.)
And sometimes the author manages to screw things up badly enough with the ending that I get too mad to notice that the series I liked is almost over. Which is, I suppose, considerate in its way. (I'm thinking of C.S. Lewis and Robin Hobb here -- Robin Hobb with the Assassin/Fool series, since I haven't finished the Ship series yet.)
But when they're dead -- and when the series has not overstayed its welcome -- and when the ending doesn't annoy me enough to distract me -- then I mope.
Mostly. But not today.
Which series have you been sorry to finish?
I'm now reading Edith Pattou's East, which is interesting to me more in its concept than in its execution. I am apparently a sucker for polar bears (see also: Pullman, Philip), but not necessarily for polar bear perspectives: oof.
And poking around my files to see what I've got in here that might sound like fun to write, maybe. The disir are gnawing the corners of my brain; we'll see if they look like fun or just like necessary good work. (They are sticking around for "Singing Them Back," which I owe to
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Date: 2005-04-05 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 10:05 pm (UTC)We can talk more about it on e-mail if you like, but I prefer not to say too much more that's specific in case there are people who are still reading the series reading these comments.
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Date: 2005-04-05 10:27 pm (UTC)I will be Very Sorry when CJ Cherryh wraps up Foreigner.
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Date: 2005-04-06 12:11 am (UTC)CJ Cherryh does immersive wodgy things to my head that no one else does. I haven't tried her fantasies yet, but almost all her SF has the same effect. I can see why bits of it suck, I just stop caring.
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Date: 2005-04-06 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-06 02:00 am (UTC)I don't mind long series as long as they aren't bad long series. Most of them, however, seem to be. And third books of trilogies... I don't know. Some of them change a lot in tone.
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Date: 2005-04-06 03:52 am (UTC)The end of Tad Williams Otherland series was annoying, because I half-wanted to go back and re-read the whole thing to see if it made more sense in light of the ending, but it was four fat books and I hadn't the time or energy.
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Date: 2005-04-06 12:49 pm (UTC)But yes, melancholy books, that's a different thing.
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Date: 2005-04-06 12:51 pm (UTC)Lee and Miller...I don't know, those books just didn't "hit" for me the way they did for a lot of people. I think the combination of name and subgenre made me want them to feel like the intersection of Miles Vorkosigan and Liavek (Liaden, Liavek...whatever, apparently), but even when I got past that want, what they actually were just left me cold.
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Date: 2005-04-06 02:29 pm (UTC)Also, The Hour of the Donkey seems like an odd Price to read last. I'm thinking particularly about how it would read differently after things one finds out in Soldier No More which are probably spoilers too large to get into here.
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Date: 2005-04-07 02:56 pm (UTC)There's a difference between something good in fiction and something I like in fiction. I think Cherryh has some good stuff and some bad stuff, but enough stuff I like that the bad stuff doesn't matter as much.
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Date: 2005-04-09 12:09 am (UTC)On the other hand, I enjoyed the Ship series much more than I expected. I think I picked up the first one as an airport desperation book, but those lived up to their promise.
I was sorry to finish the Anthony Price novels, but the last one I read was For the Good of the State, which is more of an appropriate ending, I suppose.
I was very sad to come to the end of the Kushiel books by Jacqueline Carey. They were wonderful, and that was pretty much the entire story of the main characters, so it was a logical end. I haven't read her new book yet; I believe it's in a different universe. Oh! But it looks like there'll be a sequel this summer with one of the younger characters. I'll probably have to buy that in hardcover.
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Date: 2005-04-09 12:17 am (UTC)I'm reading Ship of Destiny today. I'm over halfway through. The thing that drives me nuts about it is that all the characters are once again self-pitying indecisive whiners, and half the plots are idiot plots, and I can see most of the Startling Twists telegraphed books in advance, and every once in awhile the prose diction slips badly. But the world in them appeals to my inner 11-year-old, so I keep reading.
I only read the first of the Kushiel books, and I hated hated HATED it. If one more thing was compared to a flower, a jewel, or a star, I was going to fling that book out the window. And yes, all right, she has the damned cloak. We know she has the cloak and looks awesome in it; MOVE ALONG WITH YOUR LIVES. Also, the whole "all the French people are beautiful and wonderful and noble and precious, all the Celts are noble barbarians, and there is nothing redeeming in Viking culture, which functions on the cheap stereotype level despite having none of the geographic features that made even that stereotyped version possible"...that got under my skin a bit. Actually. Just a bit. I could go on further with that, actually, but I think those are my main objections.
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Date: 2005-04-11 02:28 pm (UTC)Well, you probably wouldn't like the other two, then. I'm not style-blind, but I think it bothers me less than some people. Pamela couldn't read them, either. I loved the depth of the world and the mythology, not to mention the intricacy of the plot.
Thanks for the warning on the second Fitz trilogy.
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Date: 2005-04-11 02:32 pm (UTC)I can see how one might immerse pretty well in that book if it was one's sort of thing. But deep worldbuilding? How? In what way?
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Date: 2005-04-13 02:36 pm (UTC)Not your normal "stuff" of SF, but I love it.