So, I Read Some Fantasy

2011 at 5am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

My Fountain 360 in 365 project, for which I’m attempting to read one book from each section of my local indie bookstore, continues with a new adventure in genre.

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Of all the genres I’ve set out to explore this year, fantasy has inspired the most procrastination in me. I don’t mind a touch of the fantastic in my fiction—in fact, I often really enjoy it—but I have a hard time getting into books that are set in completely different worlds. A book firmly grounded in the world I know with a dash of magic thrown in for sparkle? That I can sink my teeth into. But the thought of a whole new world (cue up Aladdin and his flying carpet) with new rules and new languages and nonhuman creatures has never been so appealing to me. I couldn’t tell you why, which leads me to suspect I’ve just never met the right fantasy novel.

Enter Steve from Fountain Bookstore, who has been urging me to read Lev Grossman’s The Magicians  for the better part of a year. Why? Here’s Steve explaining his choice to me:

Okay, so I’m not sure I recommended this book so much as talked about it, said it was one of my favorite books of the past five years, and asked questions like, “really? you still haven’t read The Magicians?” Since I’m all about being succinct, I often describe the book as “Holden Caulfield goes to Hogwarts,” but that doesn’t really do the book justice. Yes, Quentin Coldwater is a whiny, miserable teenager from our New York City who goes to magic college, but rather than being a solution to any of his problems, it just means his problems now involve magic; inside, he’s still a whiny, miserable, self-centered jerk. That’s what’s so great about it, though- the characters are real people rather than fantasy archetypes, and since they’re children of the early 21st century, they are incredibly—and often hilariously—self-aware, allowing non-fantasy readers to comfortably get in on the action. Fortunately, the action is pretty sweet, too, and once you open that wardrobe…

Score another one for Steve (and for my Bookrageous cohorts Josh and Jenn, who loved the hell out The Magicians as well), and score three for Lev Grossman: one for each book (more on those in a minute) and one for his most excellent recitation of “The Owl and the Pussycat” at the Bookrageous Bash in May. If I hadn’t already been planning to read Grossman’s books, that gem of a moment would have cinched it.

So, the books. I loved them! Probably *because* The Magicians begins firmly grounded in the real world. Quentin is an angsty teenager in love with his best friend’s girl when his trip to a college interview goes awry and he finds himself at Brakebills College, which is like Hogwarts if Hogwarts had booze-fueled ragers and the occasional ménage à trois. Think Harry Potter with edge and a healthy Narnia obsession. 

Elements of Quentin’s life become fantastic overnight, but the shift to all-out-magical is gradual, and that really worked for me. I don’t know if that was Grossman’s intent, to create a book that appealed to hardcore fantasy fans—as the many references, call-outs, and sly winks to other works indicate—and fantasy n00bs simultaneously, but that’s what he seems to have done. And that, my friends, is no small feat. The Magicians was great fun, especially because I was able to get many of the references (I’m moderately well-versed in Narnia, Potter, and Tolkien), and though it had some funky pacing problems, it was a solid B+.

But The Magician King? That is one hell of a sequel. Pure A+ gold, it was the impetus for many “OMG, I can’t believe that just happened” emails, and people, the big reveal in this book is a motherfucker. Like, face-meltingly turn back and read the section again because you really can’t believe he did that OH SNAP HE DID THAT awesome.

And did I mention yet that Grossman’s female characters are kickass incredible? When the shit gets deep, they leave the sniveling to Quentin and get down to business. They are interesting, complex, fun to read, and for me, they were the best parts of the books. I’d love to read a “meanwhile” of the first book from Alice’s perspective and an entirely new novel about Julia. See how I’m doing this without giving any spoilers?

As I’ve thought about why these novels worked for me and what it might mean for future adventures in reading fantasy, I’ve realized that they key for me might not be so much in having a story grounded in the real world as it is in having a story anchored by humans. With the exception of Tolkien (and come on, hobbits are practically human), the fantasy novels I’ve read and enjoyed have all featured human characters discovering magical powers or other worlds (or both), and that’s a formula I’m down with. I’m not sure I’m ready for a novel in which none of the characters are human, nor am I sure I ever will be. But who knows? That’s the beauty of this reading life, isn’t it?

If you’ve ventured into fantasy and have recommendations, I’d love to hear them. And if you haven’t, I’m happy to recommend you start with The Magicians and The Magician King.

 

 

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