[QUOTE=Mirror Image egamI rorriM]
Whatever the first Thomas Covenant book was. Covenant rapes a girl, and the reader is supposed to forgive him. Um, no. The depiction of leprosy was also ignorant and repugnant, and there was also a clan of women who were spiritually in tune with a herd of horses or something stupid like that.
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Your objection to the book would be more convincing had you not tossed off that last, inaccurate, sentence in an apparent attempt to make the book seem worse.
Also worth noting that the magical horses show up long after the rape scene, have nothing to do with the rape scene (in that book, at least), and are in the book specifically to draw attention to play against the expected “hero aided by magical horses” trope of the genre.
[QUOTE=Miller]
Lord Foul’s Bane. And the reader is absolutely not meant to forgive him. It would violate the purpose of the entire series, which is to write a high fantasy novel featuring a character with absolutely no heroic qualities. It’s like Lord of the Rings told from Gollum’s point of view.
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That’s not quite what Donaldson was trying – or at least, that’s not all that he was trying. He wrote the book to turn all the standard, Tolkeinish tropes on their head; it’s sort of an anti-fantasy book dressed up in fantasy clothing. Except he wasn’t a very good writer, yet, with Lord Foul’s Bane.
But close enough.
My own personal favorite came upon reading this passage, from an L5R gaming fiction book:
[QUOTE=Wind of War, by Jess Lebow]
Warm wind shuffled through the rice paddies. Spring had come to Rokugan, and fifteen samurai on horseback had come to the villages. One carried the flag of Bayushi Zuto, their warlord, their daimyo. The soft red and black silks fluttered slightly against the pole. The horses plodded across the flooded rice field, taking care to step on solid ground. Trees to the north, east, and south defined the square edges of the farmers’ land, and the neat rows of dead, defrosting vegetation looked like poorly groomed tufts of hair in between long furrows of dark brown water. Moving across the field was like walking across a soft, wet head
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Masochist that I am, I kept reading the entire book, even though the protagonist’s sword was more active than the main character. And, no, not because the main character was doing something with his sword – it was just prone to paragraphs-long magical displays of no apparent purpose.
Gaming fiction is bad, generally, but this made Rose Estes and Gary Gygax read well in comparison.