Well. I never thought I’d say it but I’ve reached the end of GoT – the end of the books currently published by the esteemed George Martin, and I’m a little aghast. I will need to wait a LONG time before I find out what happened to a bunch of folk.
Anyhoo, what interested me was his writing style. Terse and wordy, bloodthirsty and tender. Martin is particularly fond of describing food, bloodshed and clothing. One might think he has a fetish for food. He paints a lovely picture, that fellow. One can tell when his fecund imagination is flagging a bit but he hides it well. And he’s funny. He is a funny writer. The characters ripple with black humour. Boy, if I could write even half as well. And I’m impressed with the editing – I’ve found 2 mistakes in the whole 7 books and they stuck out like – well – like rare mistakes. Martin’s syntax and grammatical accuracy are excellent, so I suspect he spells well too.
Naturally, one becomes a little taken with the writing style of favourite fiction writers, and in my own narratives, dry and barren of descriptive prose as they are, I’ve attempted to add just a few hints of life. Participants seem gloomy. They roar with laughter. That sort of thing. But it’s not easy when I’m trying to tell a story AND simultaneously analyse it and I only have 14000 words to do it in. Too much to say, too few words to say it in. Hemingway would disagree. Martin wouldn’t.
Bless you, George R.R. Martin. Don’t you speed up for anyone. More than the deliciously twisty, confusing plot and tortured kingdoms fighting for a bit of whatever (the whole world seems to be at war or dying), the great art is in the telling. So, I miss the ugly, brutal Sandor Clegane, whose story just stopped. I miss Jaime and Brienne, whose stories slowed down. I miss Rickon and Bran and Sansa and the Stoneheart whose stories have been set aside in the telling of the stories of others. But in this massive fantasy there is room for new players and that some players haven’t disappeared at all, their stories are just waiting to be told.
Take your time, George.