Fucking Hell
Robin Jarvis is the most malicious human being to ever live.
I just... fuck chrissakes it's hard to talk about. I just read The Oaken Throne, one of several Deptford Mice sidestories. And if you know what Deptford Mice is then you know the kind of territory that I'm walking in. But good god... this book.
Let's set aside that we have interracial hostility, two massacres, the death of the main character's parents, dark sacrifice + cannibalism, and woodland critters being SET ON FIRE within the first five friggin' chapters, let's look at the ending. I won't spoil it too much in case you're masochistic enough to check this out, but I'll give the general idea.
There's a big triumphant victory over the forces of evil. Everyone's happy, and the goddess queen is about to be crowned. One problem: She's in love with the male lead, a forbidden love even by normal standards but extra forbidden here because godqueens can't love mortals. So there's this big sad separation scene where he like "Let's run away together" and she's like "no I must fulfill my duty" and so he leaves him behind. Fine. It's melancholy. It's fucking Deptford Mice. Anyone who'd read the original trilogy would've guessed this would happen.
But that's not bad enough! No, we have to have one last bit where any remaining shred of a happy ending is tossed aside, where something happens that's a total WTF moment and serves no purpose other then to destroy the reader with the very last paragraphs.
This ending is amazing. It's almost beyond belief. You know, at least Hitler had a idealistic/political end that he believed in. At least Cthulhu is following some alien logic. I'd compare this to a serial killer's works, only instead of killing you and making a suit out of you the killer writes this fucking book. Robin Jarvis hates you reader, and he wants you to suffer.
I just... fuck chrissakes it's hard to talk about. I just read The Oaken Throne, one of several Deptford Mice sidestories. And if you know what Deptford Mice is then you know the kind of territory that I'm walking in. But good god... this book.
Let's set aside that we have interracial hostility, two massacres, the death of the main character's parents, dark sacrifice + cannibalism, and woodland critters being SET ON FIRE within the first five friggin' chapters, let's look at the ending. I won't spoil it too much in case you're masochistic enough to check this out, but I'll give the general idea.
There's a big triumphant victory over the forces of evil. Everyone's happy, and the goddess queen is about to be crowned. One problem: She's in love with the male lead, a forbidden love even by normal standards but extra forbidden here because godqueens can't love mortals. So there's this big sad separation scene where he like "Let's run away together" and she's like "no I must fulfill my duty" and so he leaves him behind. Fine. It's melancholy. It's fucking Deptford Mice. Anyone who'd read the original trilogy would've guessed this would happen.
But that's not bad enough! No, we have to have one last bit where any remaining shred of a happy ending is tossed aside, where something happens that's a total WTF moment and serves no purpose other then to destroy the reader with the very last paragraphs.
This ending is amazing. It's almost beyond belief. You know, at least Hitler had a idealistic/political end that he believed in. At least Cthulhu is following some alien logic. I'd compare this to a serial killer's works, only instead of killing you and making a suit out of you the killer writes this fucking book. Robin Jarvis hates you reader, and he wants you to suffer.