I recently finished reading The Younger Gods, the final book in David Eddings‘ final series (he died in 2009).
I’d really hate for my first post about David Eddings to be a review of The Younger Gods or, for that matter, of any of the books in his Dreamers series. He deserves better than that–I’ve spent many hours reading excellent books by Eddings in other series. So let’s celebrate the man’s career first and maybe speak of what the hell happened later.
Like a lot of authors, Eddings began with a couple of standalone novels (one good, one absolutely awful) before finding his niche in the heroic fantasy genre where his slightly offbeat but excellent series, The Belgariad, The Malloreon, The Elenium and The Tamuli were staples of the eighties and nineties. These series have fun plots, characters with attitude and entertaining villains.
They’re classic Euro-centric fantasy tropes where the effort is expended in making them fun instead of going for the forced diversity and defying of expectations that runs so many more modern works in the genre. They are fun, and critics, especially 21st century critics will hate them. These are excellent books that do what they set out to do. Recommended. Eddings, on the strentgh of these four series, deserves all the success he had.
So far so good. But then something strange happened.
At about the same time as he began sharing the writing credit for the books with his wife Leigh, Eddings work began to get… strange.
Instead of writing a new series, or continuations of the same series, Mr and Mrs Eddings began to write the same books from a slightly different point of view. The tone also changed, from normal prose interspersed with a kind of smart-alecky, cynical tone with some sticky-sweet characters thrown in for spice like raisins in a strudel, it turned into a cutesy saccharine form of utter idiocy which I would normally associate more with elderly women in pink sweatsuits than with anything pretending to be a heroic fantasy. I won’t even try to speculate as to what caused this, as I have no data other than the fact that it began to occur when credit was shared, but according to Eddings, he’d always collaborated with his wife, so that probably means nothing.
But why they thought we’d like to read the entire story of the Belgariad and the Malloreon again, written from the POV of two different characters who both clearly share the exact same personality (moronic and cutesy-wootsie) is a mystery to me but this is what happened in Polgara the Sorceress and Belgarath the Sorcerer.
Worse as to come. Some genius somewhere decided to combine the cutesy style with the repetition in a new series, and thus was born The Dreamers. Now, if you can stomach the constant use of the words “dear one” or the phrase “now give me a hug”, the first book isn’t a complete loss. Eddings could still write an interesting plot. But it goes downhill from there. The second book spends an eternity retelling the first, and then the plot is pretty much the exact same thing with the details slightly changed. Ditto books three and four. And since the bad guys are set against both the good guys and the freaking gods, there is never much doubt about the final outcome.
What happened? Was it Leigh? A set of seriously misguided editors at Del Rey and Warner Books? Sheer senility? Or was Eddings making subtle fun of us and trying to see just how idiotic readers could be? I suppose we’ll never know.
Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. If you ignore any of the later books, and concentrate on the four good series, you’ll have a bunch of good reading to thank me for.
But if the word “Leigh” appears anywhere on the cover, run like the devil himself is after you…
Gustavo Bondoni’s latest book is a work of fantasy called The Malakiad. It isn’t cutesy in the least (quite the opposite, in fact; it pokes fun at absolutely everything). If enough of you buy it, he may be able to convince the publisher to turn it into the first of a series.