Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas (1 out of 5 stars)*
I admit this book made me ponder on success. Over the
years, I’ve discovered I don’t share the same opinions with the general public.
When a book becomes a huge success, I’m usually part of the minority that
didn’t like it. Everyone around me sings praises on how wonderful that book is,
how much they enjoyed it and how it changed their life, and I find myself
wondering if we are talking about the same book. To draw a comparison, I’d be
equally puzzled if someone went to the average burger-and-fries chain and
claimed with tears in their eyes they’ve eaten the best food of their lives. So
I’ve come to formulate a theory.
My theory is the following. Readers of fiction books can
be divided in two categories. The categories have nothing to do with genre
preference. The first category is the majority. It consists of those who want
to kill a few hours and read something that doesn’t challenge them. They want
to be swept away in a fantasy land where everything is easy to accomplish,
situations are familiar (read between the lines: exclusive use of clichés in
story lines and characters) and everyone is safe. The ones who die are the bad
guys and they deserved to die, and a hero is as great and awesome as their
writer claims them to be, no proof needed. If the book delivers what the genre
promised (i.e. impressive, mindless action, maudlin romance etc) these readers
are happy with their share. They are basically trying to escape our reality
because it is hard, messy and unfair. I feel for them because I read for the
same reason. I want to escape reality. The difference is I don’t want to go to
Barbie land because I belong to the second category.
The second category is the minority who wants to be
challenged. They expect the fantasy world to be as hard, real and unforgiving
as this one. They love a solid set of social rules that might be different than
the ones we have, but just as difficult to bend. They don’t want the heroes to
be safe and the path familiar. The protagonists need to prove themselves and
earn the respect of both their readers and the other characters. There might be
dragons in that world, or magic, or advanced technology, but if a character
does something stupid, they’ll pay. These readers love realism and hate easy
solutions with a passion. They don’t want the heroes to be safe. They want them
to be real, and bleed, and ache, and most of all, they want them to grow.
Throne of Glass is wildly popular and unfortunately
targets the first category. Instead of writing a review that focuses on the
details of the characters and plot, I wish to focus on why the female
protagonist fails completely at being the so-called best assassin of that
world. Her role as an assassin is the core of both the character and the book,
so I want to discuss this.
What does it mean to be an assassin? I’ll write down my
thoughts. Assassins belong to a specialised class that undergoes rigorous
training, in order to acquire the physical, mental and emotional traits of
their role, the most important being strict discipline. They are made immune to
hardship by regular exposure to it; rough weather, physical pain, lack of food
and water, lack of sleep. Snipers, for example, can stay awake for up to 72
hours during a mission. The mental and emotional training of an assassin is
just as strict, creating a ‘one track mind’. Such people ignore every
distraction, including verbal provocations, a handsome lass (or lad),
unfavourable odds and heart-wrenching pleas for mercy. Depending on the type
and universe, we can assume they have a daily routine that includes specialised
exercise, perhaps meditation or reciting the beliefs of their sect etc. And I
am pretty certain that even if they begin training at a very early age, even
the most talented ones don’t make master assassins at the age of 17.
The problem with the Young Adult genre is how easily
something is accomplished. Since readers of this genre are often in their
teens, they need a protagonist of the same age to identify with. So these books
present us with a variety of characters with superhuman powers or ‘master’
status in their field at the ripe age of 16, 17 and 18. These books also
conveniently forget to mention the method of achieving master status. (I’ll let
you into the secret because I’m feeling generous. You slave away for years at
your chosen subject until you grow utterly sick of it, and then you slave away
for some more years.) Because every teenager want to be the best, but no-one
wants to be seen as an uncool, hard-working nerd, YA novels have these super
characters who are ‘chosen’, ‘special’, ‘unique’ etc because reasons. The
protagonist Celaena is such a special girl. She is the best assassin there is,
but everything she says and does verifies the opposite. Why? Because the writer
didn’t want to create a realistic character who IS badass, but rather one who
SOUNDS badass. Let me elaborate.
A trained assassin, even a female one, doesn’t care about
her looks or what others think of her. She tries to draw as little attention as
possible, has a permanent poker face, and is immune to hardship. She’s also
immune to the good looks of the Prince and the Captain of the Guard. (By the
way, I know that the title ‘Captain of the Guard’ brings to mind a
forty-something gruff veteran, but the Captain in question is 22 years old, so
that Celaena is spoiled for choice between him and the Prince.) An
assassin doesn’t brag, doesn’t expect others to pet her, spoil her or take her
side, doesn’t engage in lengthy conversations with her captors, doesn’t get in
fits of rage over a game of billiards, and generally doesn’t do any of the
things Celaena does. Let’s face it; which teenage girl would identify with the
aloof, secretive, cynical, fashion-oblivious hardened soldier that a
professional assassin is? None. So in order to create a heroine a teenage girl
can identify with, you essentially create another teenage girl who is the best
assassin of the land because you, the writer, says so.
With that as a given, I can rant for hours on how
implausible Celaena is. The best assassin of the land spends the night before the
critical tournament that will determine her freedom or death by reading books
until four in the morning. (By the way, since this is a medieval-ish setting,
may I point out that back then books were very rare and 99% of people couldn’t
read? The books that did exist around that time weren’t meant for recreation;
they were usually gargantuan, hand-copied tomes on religion, philosophy and
history that made someone develop a headache after ten minutes of reading. But
anyway, let’s take for granted that in that fantasy world typography and
recreational books already exist and most people can read; it’s a minor blunder
compared to other inconsistencies.) The following morning she doesn’t want to
get out of bed and complains about the cold floor. Then her next problem is her
unfashionable clothes. People sneak in and out of her room at all hours and
this terrifying assassin whose fame precedes her just keeps on snoring. She
twirls her (blonde) hair around her finger and opens her mouth to show the food
she’s been chewing to annoy others. Someone is killing the tournament
participants in a brutal way, but when she finds a bag of candy in her room (no
note or name on it), she gobbles it down without a worry in the world. She
spends her days in front of a mirror or playing the piano or reading, admiring
her pretty dresses and wondering why she is not invited at balls. And so on,
and so forth. I can continue, but I doubt this will serve any purpose. As I
said, those readers who don’t mind the absurdity of the plot and characters
will love it, and the ones who can’t abide it will just cringe, like I did.
I find books of the YA genre oversimplified in a
dangerous way. Life is not a series of easy, magical solutions. The only place someone
can be an assassin, mage, neurosurgeon etc just by claiming they are one, is a
video game (or perhaps social media). How about books which show that someone
doesn’t have to be the best and coolest in order to be important, or
alternatively, showing how hard it is to become the best? How about YA books
that deal with second best, or even failure? How about helping a teenager
understand that they don’t have to prove something, but should enjoy life
instead, because there is plenty of time to discover themselves and their
passions along the way?
I am afraid that for me YA has become the equivalent of a
warning label. “Danger of wasted time. Read at your own risk.” I honestly hope
I am wrong and I just haven’t read the good ones yet.
And another pet peeve of mine. This is the writer.
Now please explain to me why she is on the cover of her own book, because I can't for the life of me make sense of it.
*My star rating and what it means:
Zero stars: Why me?!? I do come across books that aren't really books, but brain damage in disguise.
For reasons you can all understand, I won't be publishing reviews on
them. I tend to become enraged and say things I later on regret.
One star: Meh... I didn't like it and won't be keeping it. It might be the book, or it might be me. I'll try to clarify in my review.
Two stars: Average/ Okay.
Either the kind of light/ undemanding book you read and don't remember
in a month, or suffering from flaws that prevented it from realising its
potential.
Three stars: Better than average. Good
moments, memorable characters and/ or plot, maybe good sense of
humour... Not to die for, but not feeling like you wasted your time and
money either.
Four stars: Wow, that was good! Definitely keeping it and checking to see what else I can buy from the same writer.
Five stars: Oh. My. Goodness. The
kind of book you buy as a gift to all your friends, praise to random
strangers on the bus, and re-read until the pages fall out and the
corners are no longer corners, but round.
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