/lit/ - Literature

>>14299079
I thought Malazan was hot garbage. To begin with, Erikson is a piece of shit like Bakker that thinks he's so much smarter than everyone that no criticism is valid and you're just subhuman IQ if you fail to understand his masterful work of a... fantasy series.
Don't get me wrong, Malazan has its moments. I would say the third book would probably make an amazingly satisfying movie if you ever wanted to do that (though it pulls at your heartstrings unfairly). But Erikson is a terrible writer and an even worse storyteller that fails at connecting things properly and you might even finish the series and not have a clue what the world actually looks like unless you have that kind of autism to actually study as you read. Everything that Martin does so well in conveying things simply, Erikson executes in disastrously poor fashion. It takes him fucking for-EVER to convey the simplest points.
The worst part of it all, though, is probably the fact that you will have to slog through hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours of trash with characters you hate to maybe get one short scene in which a character you like actually shows up again. There is literally no guarantee when the people you like will be in a book again, so there's no way to even skip like you would a legion while reading Horus Heresy. You just have to sit there and go through those long-ass books reading about annoying bitches you hate on the chance that MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, you'll get to see the character you like for one second.
Lastly, his characters are mostly trash. Like, real talk, Malazan is a combination of Warcraft-tier storytelling and characters and capeshit. If you love Warcraft and Marvel, you will probably love Malazan, it's as simple as that. Just don't go in expecting any depth, competent storytelling, or respect for your time.
I would only recommend Malazan to someone that isn't particularly intelligent and has a lot of time to burn that he has no desire to spend on useful things.
But, hey. At least he actually finished it. That's more than you can say for most of these faggots. And in terms of quality, it never takes a dive nearly as bad as Erikson's Second Apocalypse does.

How is fantasy still a thing in 2019? Has there been a single noteworthy fantasy series to come out since Prince of Nothing, which is over a decade ago? I'm just amazed how much trash there is that just reads like someone is describing a video game. Just soulless shit with generic protagonists, books written by people that don't like either nature or history and go out of their way to incorporate modern stuff like cellphones into their fantasy setting by coming up with some bullshit magical device. You'd think that by now with so many people being into fantasy there would be all sorts of different subgenres and strange niches. Instead, it's even more shitty and generic than it was in the late 90s. Absolutely incredible.