Have any of you read The Magicians/The Magician King by Lev Grossman?
I’m starting to see people talking about the third one coming out, and it occurred to me that I haven’t seen much discussion of it by actual magicians at all. Maybe I’m just not looking in the right places (is there a way to filter Goodreads by relevance to my personal interest? No? I didn’t think so.) or maybe I don’t know enough magic practitioners who are influenced by fiction…
Both of the magical systems we’re presented with in the books, Brakebills and Julie’s freelance training, are eclectic. Brakebills seems to have codified its bits and pieces into a system, but it’s still a system that seems to require a dozen or so dead languages.
After the jump are my original thoughts on The Magician King from when I finished it a year ago.
It is three in the goddamn morning. I have to be up for work today. I can’t remember the last time I stayed up all night with a book.
Also I still hate Quentin. He suffers from an amazing case of author disconnect, where the narration keeps telling us things about him that don’t quite seem true.
As disappointed as I was with the ending of the first one, once I started this one I couldn’t stop. Again.
And I was enjoying it, the more of the Julia chapters than the Quentin ones, right up until the point where Pouncy explains that their Big Sekrit is… comparative mythology.
I mean, okay, in college I ran with the math nerds. Computer science nerds. Guys who could make numbers fellate them in all kinds of pornographic ways. And some of them were into magic, though none of them were quite as far around the bend as I was. None of them were, you know, majoring in that shit. But it wasn’t like they didn’t know it existed.
It’s a little like getting to the emotional climax of the movie Stigmata, where the big fucking secret is the goddamn Gospel of Thomas, which you can buy in Barnes and Noble. Or hell, the DaVinci Code, which you could unravel in fifteen minutes if you’d ever listened to a couple episodes of Coast to Coast AM.
I have no trouble believing that the self-selection the magicians in the book do – both at Brakebills and in Free Trader Beowulf – generally weeds out the religiously inclined. But the idea nobody had ever figured out that hey, maybe there’s something to this shit? Especially when there’s goddamn fairies and dragons running around?
I dunno. I think the only way this world continues to function for me is if there’s a third faction that’s religiously inclined and keeping their shit to themselves. A Celestial Chorus or Akashic Brotherhood to balance out all these Order of Hermes and Sons of Ether.
Also, you’d think with all the roleplaying references in the book, ONE of these fuckers would have played Mage, wouldn’t you?
I already have a Lady of the Underground. (Also, the tarasque was a running joke in my first D&D campaign.) Once again I’m let down in the clutch by these characters who are supposed to be so much smarter than me but end up in the same damn place where I am except they take like twelve times as long to get there because their patting themselves on the back the whole way.
I mean, okay, that’s not fair to Julia. And actually technically I’m older than her.
I hate these books so much. And I know I’ll read the third the day it comes out, if only to see how Quentin manages to fuck up some other chick’s life.