Review: “The Blinding Knife” by Brent Weeks

The Blinding Knife, by Brent Weeks

by Jessica

If you haven’t read anything by Brent Weeks before, I suggest you stop reading this article and head out to your local library or bookstore and pick up his work. Weeks is part of a new echelon of fantasy writers that have burst onto the scene in the past few years, along with Patrick Rothfuss, Peter V. Brett, Brandon Sanderson, who are taking the genre of epic fantasy to a whole other dimension. Assassins, intrigue, romance—what’s not to love?

However, as much as I could gush about revitalizing the tropes of fantasy trilogies, I am here to talk about Weeks’ latest book, The Blinding Knife. Beware of spoilers from here on out!

the cover of the book The Blinding Knife by Brent Weeks

The Blinding Knife is the much-anticipated sequel to The Black Prism and the second book in the Lightbringer series. The world of Lightbringer is one in which magic is inextricably linked to color—those who can work magic are those who are able to draft certain colors of light. Most drafters can only use one color, but some are born with the ability to draft two or three. One man, the Prism, is able to draft the entire spectrum. As such, he wields extreme power, responsible both for keeping the colors in balance and serving as a figurehead for the national religion, also based on the intricacies of color-magic.

Weeks drops you into a world rich with tension and political intrigue. Gavin Guile is the current Prism, having emerged victorious fifteen years ago from the False Prism’s War, which he waged against his own brother. Like most powerful leaders, Gavin keeps a secret—he is in fact not Gavin at all, but Dazen Guile, who has lived for over a decade disguised as his older brother. This alone seems fodder for some good reading based on Dazen-as-Gavin’s daily interactions—like with Karris, the woman he once loved (still does, as a matter of fact…) who later became engaged to Gavin and who thinks that Gavin jilted her after the war when really it was Dazen who didn’t want to have her love through false pretenses but only if she loved him for himself and of course he can’t tell her who he really is because then he would have to kill her and now she serves as one of his own elite bodyguards, and they deal with each other on a day-to-day basis and the sexual tension is maddening, and—

Whew. See what I mean?

The Black Prism begins when the Prism must go investigate reports of his (really Gavin’s) bastard son, Kip, in the land of Tyrea. By the end of the first book, the Prism has failed to defeat the king in Tyrea, ensuring that the war will spread to the rest of the Seven Satrapies. There is also an assassination attempt made upon his life with a very special kind of knife. Weeks’ employment of multiple perspectives throughout the narrative makes it clear to the reader that the gash the Prism receives from this knife has cost him the use of one of his colors, blue, but Dazen/Gavin takes the loss of blue to mean that he is dying.

That’s where The Blinding Knife opens. As the title hints, poor Prism Guile is due for further encounters with the blade that steals his magic before the 625-page installment has concluded. In the meantime, he goes about being dashing and heroic as always, though bending under the pressure of keeping his true identity and the loss of blue a secret. It seems he is constantly on the move, one chapter setting up a colony for the refugees he saved from Tyrea, then leading a political council, trying to convince everyone that there is, in fact, a war, and trying to defeat the Blue Wight, a type of monster-god that is forming in the middle of the ocean now that the Prism is no longer able to keep the color blue in Balance.

His compatriots from The Black Prism are equally busy. Karris, still serving as one of the Prism’s Blackguards, keeps Gavin company on his various mission, alternately saving his ass, thinking he’s a dick, and noticing that there is something familiar about the way he smiles (*cough* foreshadowing). Meanwhile, Kip is attempting to earn a spot in the next Blackguard training class, which taxes him physically and mentally. At the same time, he must deal with Andross Guile, Gavin’s father, who is less than pleased about the presence of a bastard besmirching his family line.

Liv Danavis, one-time ally of Kip and the Prism, has gone over to the dark side, serving in the army of The Color Prince. Liv’s story becomes a contemplation of ethics, tradition, and establishment, and a meditation on what can happen when people feel that the institutions they have put their faith in have failed them. Certainly Weeks intends for the reader to condemn her decisions—at one point Liv stands complacently by while women are hurled by catapult over the walls of the city—but she isn’t entirely unsympathetic either.

Oh, and the Prism’s brother Gavin is still wallowing in the prison his brother built for him.

The narrative is full of delightful twists, turns, and flights of fancy (a magical deck of cards that records moments in history is one of my favorites). After several years of reading fantasy, there are certain ways you expect things to go, and The Blinding Knife turns nearly all of them on their head.

I also appreciate that The Blinding Knife, besides just being a captivating story, is progressive in its depictions of women. Growing up reading the genre, I’ve had to sort of get used to the fact that women often take a backseat in fantasy novels, usually as pretty and scantily clad vehicles for emotional depth for the male characters if they are there at all. That’s not to say that there has been no progress at all—once women who read fantasy books when they were young grew up and started writing fantasy, the world gained many admirable heroines.

Still, even in these stories, the woman protagonist is usually the exception. She is exceptionally strong, gifted, or smart, indicating that the other women around her are not. I think this kind of world where women are the “exception” is in many ways a reflection of women writer’s own experiences. Fantasy and science fiction has long been a boy’s game, and consequently, the realm of epic fantasy writers has long been dominated by men. Women writers of epic fantasy are living in an exceptional world themselves.

However. Exceptional or not, I applaud everyone who has worked to create more heroic and realistic portrayals of women in their fantasy narratives. And Weeks does a particularly great job of it.

His women are everywhere, permeating every tier of the Lightbringer world. It’s like, I don’t know, real life. I’ve already mentioned Karris several times, so I’ll start with her. It’s true that she fulfills a traditional role as the unreachable love for the male protagonist, but I appreciate how much depth she’s got. For one thing, she’s not pining away in a tower somewhere, but instead is a member of the most elite fighting force in the world. She doesn’t simper or pander, but she can be kind and have true emotional depth as well. Karris can kill a man and cry about her brother being murdered fifteen years ago all in the same chapter. She’s awesome because she is a complete person who has motivations and passions that exist outside of the Prism’s desire for her.

But neither are women in Weeks’ world put on some pedestal of toughness and morality. Liv is certainly just as much of her own person as Karris is, but instead of using her strength for good we see her manipulated into fighting for the dark side. One of the most despicable characters in the novel is also a woman: Lady Aglaia Crassos, who violently whips her slaves because she gains sexual pleasure from watching them suffer. She is unbelievably cruel, but even Aglaia is a complete person rather than just a cardboard cutout of a wicked woman. There are others—including the White, who heads the government—but my favorite female character new to this installment is Teia, a girl who trains in the Blackguard class with Kip. She is smart, capable, brave, and there is no way that Kip could have made it through the training without her help. I really look forward to seeing what happens to her as the story moves ahead in the next two installments. Of course, Weeks’ world isn’t the perfect, but it seems like a very good start. A world where women are treated fairly and have equal opportunities—now that’s a delightful fantasy indeed. Too bad we’ll probably have to wait two more years for the sequel.

“Battlestar Galactica” Returns in Internet Prequel Series

by Jessica

Three years after the end of Battlestar Galactica and two years after the ill-fated run of Caprica, fans can finally get their Cylon fix again with the new prequel series Blood and Chrome. The series consists of 10 webisodes and is being distributed on the web in conjunction with Machinima.com. The 10 installments will air as a film on the SyFy Channel in February of 2013. Beware—spoilers ahead! I’m not going to reveal too many plot points, but if you are planning on watching the series and want to know absolutely nothing, stop reading now!

Blood and Chrome follows the young William Adama after he is first assigned to serve as a pilot on the Galactica. Unsurprisingly, he’s a hot-shot rookie with a thirst to prove himself. Also unsurprisingly, he’s paired with a cantankerous older co-pilot who’s constantly berating Adama’s foolhardy nature and fierce belief in the righteousness of the Cylon War. The six episodes that have been released so far are also full of all of my favorite BSG traits: space fighting, mandatory hot, smart, bad-ass girl who is ethically ambiguous, death-defying flight stunts, surprise plot twists, and more space fighting.

I’m the type of person who gets very attached to characters in shows I watch, so I’m a big fan of getting to see things like Adama’s early years. Prequels are pure candy for me to watch—they don’t effect the outcome of the characters you know and love (there’s no risk—unlike in sequels, where one wrong turn can mar your view of a character forever), but you still get to have more of the fictional worlds and characters you love (since I don’t have enough TV eating up my free time already).

Thus, I’m enjoying B&C a lot, because much of the work of establishing the world and attachment to characters has already been accomplished in BSG. If I actually think about it, not that much has been done to create a real characterization of any of the figures on the show—just quick sketches of personality and hints of intriguing backgrounds—but this is a limitation of having such a short space to work with (the six-episodes out now still come in at under an hour of viewing time). Still, even somewhat weak characterization doesn’t take away from the show, I think because B&C does an excellent job of conveying a sense that even if the viewer doesn’t totally understand each character’s motives, the motives are definitely there, just outside the scope of what is actually being shown.

I was also surprised to find B&C managed to tug on my heartstrings in such a short amount of time. A major theme running through each episode is that of sacrifice and loss—what must be given up by individuals fighting in the war, whether it’s their lives, their families, or even just their happiness. There are moments woven throughout that manage to be very moving just on their own, and I found myself feeling furthered saddened because I knew the future held reams more terrible things for humans to go through in terms of Cylon interaction.

I’ll admit that I have yet to get around to watching Caprica, so I can’t speak to how B&C compares to it, but the mini-series seems right in line with the BSG I know and love. It immediately put me back into that world again, and I had no trouble engaging with the plot and new characters. Further, even though the show is airing on the web, production values are generally very high, and watching it on my laptop wasn’t significantly different from watching an episode of BSG, although the difference might be more noticeable on a higher definition screen. It’s a great way to re-immerse yourself in the world if you’re a fan—I got a little chill when Adama looked out the window and saw the Galactica hull for the first time—but is also totally accessible to newcomers (As my BSG-n00b boyfriend said: “I’d probably watch the rest of that.”).

What did you think, dear readers? Is Blood and Chrome a hit or miss? Do you wish there were more episodes? Let your dulcet tones be heard in the comments below!

Total Sell-Out?: The Hobbit/Denny’s Tie-In

by Jessica

Almost ten years after the release of The Return of the King, Tolkien fans will finally be able to celebrate the release of The Hobbit in less than three weeks. Well, Part One of it, anyway. Director/Producer Peter Jackson’s decision to split the Lord of the Rings prequel first into two and then three films has caused much controversy among fans. An understandable concern is that Jackson is just selling out for a huge payoff—how could there possibly be enough material for three films from just one 320-page book? Personally, I’m withholding judgment until I actually see the movies. Although Warner Brothers undoubtedly had the billions of dollars the LOTR trilogy grossed in mind when they green-lit the third film, I really want to trust Peter Jackson, and I really want to believe that these three films are going to be incredible.

Alas, the splitting of the films is not the only thing that has fans running scared. In anticipation of the release of the first Hobbit film, An Unexpected Journey, there has been a string of seemingly questionable promotion deals, including the entire country of New Zealand and Microsoft. A lot of people are worried about some of these deals are compromising the integrity of Tolkien’s work, and I’m sure that the man himself would agree—I don’t even want to think about what his opinion would be of all this. Still, part of me is going, “THIS IS AWESOME.” And so in an attempt to resolve my mixed feelings about the marketing strategy for The Hobbit, I investigated another puzzling promotional partnership: a Denny’s Hobbit tie-in.

a photo of Jessica in front of Denny's Hobbit promotion sign

This promotion is designed for people like me: they have a colorful menu with graphics from the movie and dishes with names like “Bilbo’s Berry Smoothie” and “Shire Sausage Skillet” AND you get trading cards with your entrée. The concept is both painfully cheesy and devilishy clever—if I’m in the mood for quasi-diner food, I would probably choose the Waffle House over Denny’s if they didn’t have Hobbit-themed food. I went with a friend and we ordered “The Ring Burger” and “Gandalf’s Gobble Melt,” respectively. And the food was pretty much what you would expect from a Denny’s—greasy and mediocre.

a photograph of a turkey sandwich

Gandalf’s Gobble Melt:”Only a Wizard could dream up a sandwich this good.”

a photograph of a hamburger and onion rings

The Ring Burger: “Dwarves and Hobbits, dig in!”

a photograph of three packets of Hobbit trading cards

Will I ever get all 12 limited edition cards?!

Nevertheless, I still find myself greatly in favor of the whole Denny’s debacle, just because it’s so much fun. It’s fun because I love Tolkien and I get a kick out of seeing this menu printed up, it’s fun because I get to try and collect a set of trading cards, it’s fun because most of the diners neither know or care what a “Radagast” is, it’s fun because the manager clearly wishes he didn’t have people asking about trading cards as they pay their check, and it’s fun because you can sit with your friends and bask in the ridiculousness of it all. In my opinion, Warner Brothers definitely loses a lot of street-cred for allowing this deal to go through, but fans still come out winners. I mean, if you’re going to be going out for mid-grade restaurant food anyway, why not make the trip just a little more magical?

a photograph of Denny's Hobbit Tie-in Menu

You better believe I burgled this menu.

Meet the New Fangirls: Jessica

by Jessica

My first love has always been reading. When I was a child I used to gather up books and stack them around me long after my parents had told me to go to bed, and long before I actually knew how to read them. My first true fandom (Pokemon doesn’t count, right?) bloomed from this love—Harry Potter; oh, the tales I could tell about that obsession…but I feel like I was not properly indoctrinated into geek culture until the sixth grade, when my older sister bought me Orson Scott Card’s Ender’s Game for my birthday. I was absolutely blown away by that book. I made a Battle School diorama. I think this was the first time that I consciously realized that there was a real, live genre called “Science Fiction/Fantasy,” and I adored it. (In other news, I am anxiously awaiting the supposed 2013 film version of Ender’s Game…if it is terrible, I just might die. I say this while simultaneously acknowledging that it will probably be terrible.)

a photograph of Jessica's Journal

You should see the other entries in here…

Of course, it wasn’t long before this new-found adoration branched out in other directions, probably most notably into the Sci-Fi cannon of television programs. My entire family was (is) obsessed with The X-Files (Agent Mulder is such a Fox! lolz), and I personally devoured the entire Joss Whedon canon, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Battlestar Gallactica….you know, basically everything you need to get along at any nerd cocktail party worth its salt. In my current state, I am constantly impressed with my child-self for being unrelenting in my obsession for these genres: I once dressed up as J.R.R. Tolkien for a book report. Read: I once wore a men’s tweed suit and bowtie to sixth grade and talked to my class about Lord of the Rings.

a photograph of Jessica in sixth grade, dressed as J.R.R. Tolkien

Somehow this didn’t make me wildly popular.

I’ve never been quite as exposed to comics as I’d like to be, mostly because when I was younger economic issues prevented me from buying them. I’ve always been driven by the story, and it was heart wrenching for me to be left on a comic cliffhanger when I was a kid, unable to find out what happened next because I couldn’t afford to buy the next issue. It didn’t help that comics culture is virtually non-existent in the town of Maryville, Tennessee, where I grew up. Of course, I’m now at a point in my life where comics are more readily available to me, since I have comic-enthusiast friends I can borrow from (plus the super-helpful internet). Economic ability and geek culture is still something that really interests me, so if you have feelings on it, let me know!

And since I am currently expanding my knowledge of comics, I’m always looking for recommendations! Honestly, the extent of what I’ve read up to this moment is mostly television shows extended into comic form, Sailor Venus & Sailor Moon (Sailor Venus was way better, who knew?), Alison Bechdel, and my mother’s old Superman omnibus from when she was a little girl. I know this makes me a little different from many readers of Fantastic Fangirls, so please teach me your ways!

a photograph of Jessica wearing goggles and a plumed hat

Me at NYCC 2010

As for my existence outside of my fascination with Sci-Fi and Fantasy, I am currently in my senior year of college. I have three majors—Theater, Classical Civilization, and English with a concentration in creative writing. I’m working on a thesis which is monopolizing (or should be monopolizing) all of my time, so I’ll let you guys know how that turns out. I’ll admit that I’m currently in that terrified phase that comes when you are about to graduate from college but have no idea what you want to do with your life afterwards, or where you will live, or what you will eat…Maybe it will help if I think of it as embarking on a grand adventure. Or maybe it will help if I pretend that the Doctor is going to pick me up from graduation in the TARDIS. Alas, the only thing that’s certain is that I love talking and writing about books and television and comics! Talk to me about Diana Wynne Jones. Talk to me about the upcoming Hobbit film. Talk to me about the best comic I haven’t read yet. It’ll be great.

Eighth Annual NYCC is Bigger than Ever Before

by Jessica

a photograph of Fangirl Jessica holding her <i>Return of the King</i> poster signed by Sean Astin

The eighth annual New York Comic Con was held at the Jacob K. Javits Convention Center October 11th-14th, and this year the event was bigger than ever. This is my third time attending NYCC, and the convention seemed like almost an entirely different place this year. Noticeably absent was the presence of Cartoon Network. The network neither hosted a single panel nor set up the ever-popular Cartoon Network Lounge, which in previous years has been a favorite place for weary con-goers to rest. It was a presence that, at least on the part of this attendee, was sorely missed, and judging by the number of Adventure Time cosplayers, I wasn’t the only one.

NYCC seems to also have increased the number of tickets sold to the convention, judging by the crushing number of fans who flooded the center all four days. Gone are the days when Thursday and Sunday were only sparsely attended, and though this bodes well for the increasing prominence of NYCC (aiming eventually for the type of influence on the East Coast that San Diego Comic Con holds on the West), it doesn’t seem to be great for the fans. On Friday and Saturday the Show Floor was so crowded that it was nearly impossible to see any of the displays or vendors. Besides just generally being unpleasant, increased attendance requires fans to be more wary as they peruse the Show Floor —- a friend caught an attempted theft in progress, and when he confronted him, the thief said, “I wanted to see how many people I could pick-pocket today.”

But that’s not to say that this year’s con didn’t also provide a fun experience for guests! It was a particularly good year for literary guests. In addition to the plethora of authors hosted directly by publishing house booths themselves (my favorite being Peter V. Brett, author of “The Warded Man”), the con also drew big names like Anne Rice and Terry Pratchett. Both authors hosted signings in the Autographing Hall with lines that seemed to stretch to infinity. For those of you who don’t know, Anne Rice is the original “Vampire Writer” (except maybe Bram Stoker?), whose rabid fan base has grown from the publication of Interview With A Vampire in 1976. She was at NYCC promoting her most recent novel (not about vampires), The Wolf Gift, but was happy to sign older favorites for fans. Personally, I was beyond thrilled to get my battered copy of The Vampire Lestat signed.

a photograph of author Anne Rice signing a book for Jessica

Terry Pratchett is the amazingly prolific author of the Discworld Series, which boasts fifty-one installments, and he was promoting his latest novel (non-Discworld), Dodger. NYCC was one of only three U.S. tour stops Pratchett made, and it is to his credit that during his Meet and Greet, in which he passed out signed book plates and took pictures with fans, he stayed past his scheduled time to make sure that fans who had been waiting in line for hours got the chance to meet him. Again, a highlight of my life is stepping up to his table and shaking his hand.

The Con also hosted a number of big name entertainment guests, and I was lucky enough to be in the front row for Q&A panels by Christopher Lloyd (Doc Brown in Back to the Future), Sean Astin (Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings and Mikey from The Goonies), and Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter). Each of these three actors completely filled up the panel rooms in which they were presenting, and many disappointed fans were turned away at the door. Lloyd bantered light-heartedly about his fifty-plus year acting career, and gave fans hope when he said that if Back to the Future were re-made, he would want to play Doc Brown again.

a photograph of a panel featuring actor Sean Astin and author Terry Pratchett

I waited through four panels to make it to the front row for the Sean Astin Q&A, and it was completely worth it. I’ve been a Lord of the Rings fan for over ten years, and was as utterly charmed in person by Sean Astin as I had been by Sam in Lord of the Rings. It’s clear I wasn’t the only one -— a fan signed petition started at his autographing panel earned the actor a second, previously unscheduled panel on Sunday. Perhaps the best part of his panel was when, halfway through, Terry Pratchett walked in. The two were good friends, Astin having worked on a 2008 film adaptation of Pratchett’s novel The Color of Magic. Nothing quite creates a memorable fan experience like seeing two of your favorite stars up on one stage together.

Still, it’s obvious that the most fervent fans were those that showed up for Tom Felton’s panel first thing Sunday morning. Before the Panel Hall was even open, a line of over a hundred waited outside, mostly composed of eager teenage fangirls. When we were finally let into the Panel Hall, there was pandemonium as fans literally ran to get good seats. I managed to make it to the front row, and witnessed the dissolution of a friendship right before my very eyes -— one girl disowned her friend for not saving her a front row seat, because she would now have to sit “in the back” (actually it was just like the 10th row).

And these were only the fans that showed up over an hour before the panel even began. As it grew closer to time for the Q&A panel to begin, the room completely filled up, to the point where there were at least thirty people just standing in the back of the room, and the NYCC volunteer ushering everyone in started giving away seats of those who took more than a minute to return from the bathroom.

a photograph of a panel at NYCC featuring actor Tom Felton

When Felton finally came out, he was greeted by deafening cheers, and he good-heartedly entertained the questions from his fans. His favorite spell: Expelliarmus. His dream role: James Bond. He even indulged us and sneered “Potter” into the microphone. My favorite part of the panel was when one fan asked, “How down are you with fan-fiction?” Felton’s instant reply, laughing: “Not that down.” He backtracked to clarify that while he was very supportive of the creativity the Harry Potter books and films garner, he was sometimes miffed at the forms this creativity sometimes takes. Understandable, considering that, through fan-fiction, he has been implicated in just about every kind of slash there is.

Besides authors and actors, many organizations held “sneak-preview” type of panels. The one I was most excited to attend was TheOneRing.net’s Hobbit panel, in which they deconstructed the information that has been released about the film so far to try and piece together what it will actually be like. I never knew that the boxes of action figures could be so revealing. In addition to their panel, the website also manned a booth with trivia and giveaways, as well as hosted a special party Thursday night. Clearly, for all involved, the December 14th release of the film can’t come soon enough.

Other preview panels weren’t so heartening, and there is one in particular I’d like to mention, though not by name. During this panel, a female fan asked the creators of a certain comic why none of the men in the comic were buff and scantily clad when essentially every female was a buxom lass who seemed to have misplaced most of her clothes. The men on the panel were rather taken aback, answering that, “We’ve never really thought about that before,” and seemed shocked when an impromptu poll of the audience revealed that more people wanted to see buff men than buxom women. The reason I didn’t want to name this particular panel is that I didn’t want to give them in particular a bad rep for sexism when it is a problem that plagues the entire industry -— with one exception, every industry panel I attended had only one woman sitting on it, yet at least half the fans at the convention, if not more, were female. Though certainly fandom has become less male-dominated in recent years, it still has a long way to go in terms of equality.

Nevertheless, as always, NYCC was a tremendously fun and exciting experience. Though it may seem the convention is drifting away from its small, fan-oriented roots, I have no doubt that future cons will continue to once-in-a-lifetime experiences for fans of comics and cosplay.

This article is cross-posted to the Wesleyan Argus. All photographs by Matthew Adelman.

Some Thoughts on J. K. Rowling’s “A Casual Vacancy”

Disclaimer: I’ll go ahead and say going into this that I’m biased. I’ve been a Harry Potter fan for 12 years (God I’m old), and I have no doubt that this will likely affect my opinion of The Casual Vacancy. I wish that I could make this a completely neutral review, but alas, I’ll go ahead and say that reading TCV, at least in terms of general prose style, was like hearing a bedtime story from your mom. The story may be different, but the teller is the same, even if it is weird to see words like “penis” and “fuck” and know they came from the same woman who created the character of Luna Lovegood. It’s hard to hide J.K. behind the setting of a sleepy English town.

SPOILERS FOLLOW!

I found The Casual Vacancy to be infinitely compelling. Even though realistic fiction is not a genre I usually partake of (except in my literature classes), I found myself taken in by the story of Pagford, and was loathe to put it down. I’m not sure if countless re-reads of the HP series has ingrained in me an appreciation for J.K.’s prose style, or the book is actually just that good. Also, it may have just been in my mind, but I’m pretty sure that the font in TCV is the same one used in the Scholastic versions of HP. Or at least something very similar.

I will admit right from the beginning that part of the joy of reading the novel, for me, is in realizing just how great of a person Rowling is. I think one of my favorite parts of the novel was a sentence where one of the characters, Samantha, is reminiscing about when she was young and thin. This is by no means an unusual sentiment in novels featuring middle-aged women, but right near the end, Rowling sticks in that Samantha’s thin ideal was a size 10. I’m sure I don’t have to explain why this is refreshing—even though there are some women who naturally have slim physiques, there is an overwhelming number of others who feel infinitely inadequate when confronted with a constant media barrage of skinny models. Rowling posits an alternative ideology, a reassurance—size 10 is normal. In fact, it goes even further; size 10 is not just normal, but desirable, ideal. This wasn’t a crucial moment in the plot, it wasn’t overtly didactic, but I found it a moment of beautiful humanness, a subtle, unsolicited message that will reach millions of readers. There were many moments in the novel that stood out like this to me—moments when, without trying, Rowling addresses typical insecurities with unflinching compassion. Can you like a book just for doing that? I did.

But the best part of the novel, by far, is the characters. In many ways, everyone in the novel seems to be more fully fleshed out than most characters in Harry Potter, but that might just be because you are privy to everyone’s internal thoughts. Each character is utterly convincing, to the point where you recognize them. You’ve met these people–they’re your mother-in-law, your brother, your neighbor (sometimes even yourself)—and I think the narrative is all the more rich for that. Rowling crafts an arc that culminates in disastrous events, but the reader isn’t left wondering why characters acted the way they did. Each personality is crafted so meticulously that I was completely convinced that things couldn’t have unfolded any other way. Characters also proved to be the only thing I particularly didn’t like about the book; some of the people were just not very pleasant. I guess it’s a good thing if the worst thing I can say about the novel is that I didn’t like some of the people who live in Pagford.

To finish up, I feel I must address a question I was curious about before reading The Casual Vacancy: just how adult is J.K.’s adult book? The answer: very. I guess I was expecting something “adult” in the way that, say, The Da Vinci Code is “adult”—a plot that involves grown ups doing normal(-ish) things and then something unusual happens to them. TCV, on the other hand, involves death, rape, mental illness, lawsuits, abuse (both physical and of drugs), self harm, social workers—the list goes on and on. And it seems that part of the point of the novel is that, in fact, nothing particularly unusual does happen—its impact lies in the fact that these dark things happen all the time, and are a part of everyone’s lives. Somehow it works though, and I found myself intrigued anyway, even though I could probably find similar problems just by scrolling through my inbox.

I also think (to my chagrin) that part of the compulsion of TCV lies in a human desire (or just my desire? I hope not…) for gossip. Pagford is a small community of people, and several of those people’s deepest secrets are bared completely for the reader. It’s vicarious revelation of all the secrets you’ve ever wanted to know about pretty much everyone you do know. I guess the catch here is that, by the last page of the book, you rather wish you hadn’t wanted to know those secrets in the first place.

And there you have it, a totally biased, starry-eyed review of The Casual Vacancy. Have any of you read it yet? Were you able to apply a more critical eye than I was? Are you totally disillusioned? Tell me all your thoughts! I am dying to talk about it and no one I know has finished reading it yet!

The Last Airbender Returns in Comic Form

It’s been a good few months for fans of the Nickelodeon show Avatar: The Last Airbender, which aired on the network from 2005-2008. After the disappointing 2010 live-action remake by M. Night Shyamalan, it seemed like we would pine away forever for Aang and his merry band of friends as they fought to bring justice and order back to the world. But then, in April, the long awaited spin-off series, The Legend of Korra premiered, and hope was restored! The show was awesome, reminding viewers of all the reasons we loved Avatar, plus it starred a kick-ass girl hero, which was totally baller. Still, at least I couldn’t stop wondering whatever happened to Aang, Katara, Sokka, and the others. I mean, LOK takes place seventy years after TLA, and those kids were only like, thirteen when the series ended. Apparently they grew up and had kids and lived lives and stuff.

Spoilers follow!

As if anticipating my every emotion upon watching LOK, Dark Horse handily timed the release of Vol. 1 of The Promise just a few months earlier, with Vol. 2 coming out right around the finale of LOK, and the concluding volume arriving this September. Though not the first Nickelodeon comic to focus on TLA, it is the first to tackle what happens after Aang defeats Fire Lord Ozai. We know from the finale that Zuko is crowned the new Fire Lord and that Aang and Katara totally make out, and that’s pretty much where The Promise picks up. In the opening panels, everything seems to be going smashingly—Zuko and Aang have decided to work together, as Fire Lord and Avatar, to evict Fire Nation colonies from the Earth Kingdom. Sokka, Katara, and Toph are all there too, and everyone seems to think that this will be a positive step towards creating unity among the nations. The project is deemed, “The Harmony Restoration Movement.” During a celebration to honor the commencement of this project, Zuko takes a moment alone with Aang to make the Avatar promise to “end him” if Zuko ever starts to act the way Fire Lord Ozai did. Reluctantly, Aang agrees.

As the Harmony Restoration Project moves along, some members of the gang start to question whether or not these forced evictions are ethical. Many residents of the Fire Nation colonies have lived there for hundreds of years, coming to think of these villages in the Earth Kingdom as their home. As the colonists resist, Zuko questions where is loyalties lie. Everything comes to a head over the fate of Yu Dao, a colony that refuses to be evicted. The sophistication of the politics here impressed me, though shouldn’t have been surprised, considering what I saw on LOK this season. When I picked up The Promise, I really just wanted to know what everyone grew up to be like, and instead found this nuanced and realistic portrait of a society that has just undergone major political upheaval. And that’s awesome!

But the best part about it might be that The Promise doesn’t get lost in its own seriousness—all the humor I loved from TLA is still there, and it shows the characters’ maturation in a subtle and beautiful way. Alongside the major arc, Toph also opens her own school, Katara and Aang are exploring a more adult relationship, Zuko is working out his very complicated relationship with his father, and Sokka…well, maybe Sokka has a little more maturing to do than the rest of them. Really, my point is that the comic immediately took me back to the same feelings I had while watching the show while still allowing the world to progress in a believable way. Occasionally, a comic continuation of a television show doesn’t feel quite on target to me, as if the characters all have the same names but actually act way different than they used to. With The Promise, Sokka is still the goofy, optimistic go-getter, Toph is still way cooler than everyone else, Katara is still feisty, Zuko is still conflicted, and Aang is still silly but sweet. I could hear them speaking as I read, and reading the comic made me feel totally justified in wanting to know what happens to these people.

I’ve just read the last installment, and it doesn’t disappoint. I don’t want to spoil it for those of you who haven’t read it yet, but I’d like to know what you all think of The Promise if you have read it! Were you happy to see the world of the The Last Airbender return in comics? How did you feel about what everyone was up to? Comment below!