So I thought I’d read the Ender Saga.
I’m not usually into reading much Science Fiction, ofr some reason it holds little appeal, even though I tend to enjoy a lot of SF TV or Movies (or at least, I used to). It does seem to come as a highly recommended series, though, and I figured a book about a prodigy child who is used as a pawn sounded like a good read.
I’ve read a little Orson Scott Card before, his Prentice Alvin series, and I definitely enjoyed his writng and characterisation, though it was ultimately somewhat unsatisfying. Interestingly, I find exactly the same thing here.
I like Ender. He is very much a nice kid, even if he is a sullen boy sometimes. I liked how the whole book is scene after scene of describing children floating around in a room, and despite that is compelling to read. I liked the overall plot, it had a nice climax.
I did not like the ending, which feels like it’s a rushed chapter written solely for the inevitable sequel.
Speaking of which, I am 90% of the way through the second book, and I like this one a whole lot less. Seems to have very little to do with science fiction, and more to do with social relationships. You can hardly say it’s a sequel, if it wasn’t for Ender being in it. Who, may I say, is a lot less likeable.
The problem I really have, though, isn’t the inexplicable use of Portuguese characters, or his total underestimation of computer capabilities 3000 years in the future.
No, my problem is Ender is a soppy annoyingly empathetic character. And he expresses his “love” for people rather too often and rather unrealistically. Just having empathy for the troubled teenage girl is not enough to know immediately that he is in love with the 40 year old woman. Saying how much he loves his evil brother and his nice sister really comes across as creepy.
it’s not the love itself - it’s the fact that he expresses it too often and too openly. It just feels weird.
What say you?