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Throne of Glass - Deconstruction - Ch24
Jan. 25th, 2013 08:28 amLast time on Throne of Glass, torturous flashbacks and bad romance.
( Coincidences and more bad romance )
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I'd like to talk a little more about amateur writing. Having scenes for no other purpose than for characters to "randomly," "conveniently" discover things, and having scenes where characters literally walk into each other, is really amateurish. And I say this as someone who's done this before in my own writing. It's lazy because you can clearly tell that the author *needs* this to happen for plot purposes, but can't figure out (or can't bother to figure out) how to work these scenes into the narrative as a whole.
Reading Throne of Glass has been an exercise in frustration in many ways, but one of them is that I honestly feel like this is something I might have written as a sixteen-year-old. The writing, the purple prose, the Mary Sueishness, the leaps in believability and the torture fetish...hell, I could go back to something I wrote as a thirteen-year-old that ticks all these boxes. In no way does this book seem like it's been worked on for ten years, and that's the part that I find most depressing.
( Coincidences and more bad romance )
.
I'd like to talk a little more about amateur writing. Having scenes for no other purpose than for characters to "randomly," "conveniently" discover things, and having scenes where characters literally walk into each other, is really amateurish. And I say this as someone who's done this before in my own writing. It's lazy because you can clearly tell that the author *needs* this to happen for plot purposes, but can't figure out (or can't bother to figure out) how to work these scenes into the narrative as a whole.
Reading Throne of Glass has been an exercise in frustration in many ways, but one of them is that I honestly feel like this is something I might have written as a sixteen-year-old. The writing, the purple prose, the Mary Sueishness, the leaps in believability and the torture fetish...hell, I could go back to something I wrote as a thirteen-year-old that ticks all these boxes. In no way does this book seem like it's been worked on for ten years, and that's the part that I find most depressing.
