Giving up on Mr. Norrell
I'm about a quarter of the way through Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, but I don't think I can finish it, because I've rather lost faith in the author. When we still have over 500 pages to go through together, that's a serious issue.
I was delighted to find a trade paperback edition for sale for only a few bucks at the Harvard Bookstore last month, and delighted again to discover that the book was SF - I didn't know anything about it other than its sudden fame upon its first printing a few years ago.
Its setting, writing, and narrative voice - a chatty and highly opinionated gentlewoman who makes frequent asides - charmed me quickly, and I sailed through the first hundred pages. But as I read more, I lost the sense that things were hanging together.
Take (and there are some small spoilers here) the case of an interesting character introduced near the start, the head butler in the home of a lesser but important character. He's immediately admirable, so it's all the more gripping when, due to foolish actions on the part of a protagonist, he falls under an enchantment that (if I may simplify things a bit) keeps him from sleeping properly, rendering him dull-witted and unable to manage the house by day. The problem is that this is described over the course of three or four full chapters. First, he succumbs to the spell, and experiences his first unusual night. In the next chapter, we follow him as he suffers groggily through a day, and falls under the spell again at night. New chapter: we see him stumbling around again, and this time he complains to other characters about his terrible nights. Question: why was that middle chapter there at all?
That's not a trust issue yet, that's a where-is-the-editor issue, which is serious enough in a writer's >800-page-long debut novel. The real problem is that this whole subplot of the home falling to shambles due to a poor decision on the protagonist's part tenses the reader for the repercussions that are sure to follow - and as far as I can tell, there aren't any. The entire matter rather vanishes, and at the point of my bookmark, a couple of in-story years have passed with no indications that it had any ramifications at all. Perhaps there's a surprise twist being set up here, along the lines of the character mowing down the whole household and burying them behind the old woodshed without the reader's knowledge. But there's a way to write that without making the reader go "Hey... but what about... what?", and that's not present here.
So, yeah: debut novel, 800+ pages, charmingly written but apparently full of kitchen-sinkery with no editorial direction. If I were a faster reader I'd have more patience with it, perhaps.
I was delighted to find a trade paperback edition for sale for only a few bucks at the Harvard Bookstore last month, and delighted again to discover that the book was SF - I didn't know anything about it other than its sudden fame upon its first printing a few years ago.
Its setting, writing, and narrative voice - a chatty and highly opinionated gentlewoman who makes frequent asides - charmed me quickly, and I sailed through the first hundred pages. But as I read more, I lost the sense that things were hanging together.
Take (and there are some small spoilers here) the case of an interesting character introduced near the start, the head butler in the home of a lesser but important character. He's immediately admirable, so it's all the more gripping when, due to foolish actions on the part of a protagonist, he falls under an enchantment that (if I may simplify things a bit) keeps him from sleeping properly, rendering him dull-witted and unable to manage the house by day. The problem is that this is described over the course of three or four full chapters. First, he succumbs to the spell, and experiences his first unusual night. In the next chapter, we follow him as he suffers groggily through a day, and falls under the spell again at night. New chapter: we see him stumbling around again, and this time he complains to other characters about his terrible nights. Question: why was that middle chapter there at all?
That's not a trust issue yet, that's a where-is-the-editor issue, which is serious enough in a writer's >800-page-long debut novel. The real problem is that this whole subplot of the home falling to shambles due to a poor decision on the protagonist's part tenses the reader for the repercussions that are sure to follow - and as far as I can tell, there aren't any. The entire matter rather vanishes, and at the point of my bookmark, a couple of in-story years have passed with no indications that it had any ramifications at all. Perhaps there's a surprise twist being set up here, along the lines of the character mowing down the whole household and burying them behind the old woodshed without the reader's knowledge. But there's a way to write that without making the reader go "Hey... but what about... what?", and that's not present here.
So, yeah: debut novel, 800+ pages, charmingly written but apparently full of kitchen-sinkery with no editorial direction. If I were a faster reader I'd have more patience with it, perhaps.