David Eddings has always been one of my favorite authors. I remember reading him as a kid in middle school, and savoring every book. He was probably the biggest reason I got into fantasy as a genre.
Due to his death earlier last year, I picked up a set of the Belgariad, Mallorean, Elenium and Tamuli to read through again.
I hadn’t touched the four series in any meaningful way since early high school, and so I was prepared for a bit of rosy hued nostalgia wearing away in the face of a rereading. But even braced for disillusionment, it was still a bit of a shock.
The Good Parts Are Still Good
First, the best and brightest aspect of Eddings’s writing is still present: dialogue and pacing. Nothing ever seemed to linger for too long, and dialogue flowed as well as I’ve seen in a novel; characters sparkled in their wit, and as much as I enjoyed reading it, it was just as obvious that Eddings had a blast writing it.
Second, the names. The character and geographic names in Eddings’s works are probably amongst my favorites. Names just seem to make sense, with a definite pattern for the different conjugations and forms of a particular race or nation. And I love the suffixes of the four series: -iad, -ean, -ium, -uli. The names tend to roll off the tongue naturally and comfortably.
The Rest of It
I’ll only focus on the Belgariad and Mallorean for this part, since the Elenium and Mallorean are, in polite terms, very similar to the former. Also, spoilers.
Race
Blame it on aging, or changing perceptions, or a more sensitive awareness for these sort of things, but the rampant stereotyping got distracting.
For example, take Murgos, a race of people . In both series, they are universally portrayed as evil, selfish, arrogant beings with no concern for the general welfare of anyone but themselves. In the beginning of the Mallorean, a second king of the Murgos is introduced, and at first, he appears to buck the stereotypical person of that race. But soon afterwards, it’s revealed that he’s actually not a Murgo, and so it’s okay for him to be kind and intelligent!
Racial stereotypes are fairly common in fantasy, so it’s expected to a certain degree, but looking back, I don’t know if I’ve ever come across a setting quite as racially defined and motivated as the worlds of Eddings.
Wit and Personality
Again, maybe this has to do with an evolving sense humor. But many scenes that I remembered as being hilarious and gratifying were, this time around, more cringe-worthy.
The characters are assholes.
There’s really no way around it. I remembered them being smartasses, but not actual assholes. But they are: they taunt the defenseless, take pleasure in the agony of enemies, and brush off truly horrific acts of violence.
This is tempered somewhat by Durnik, a mild-mannered calm sort of fellow, but it’s obvious that the center of attention in not on him, but on the more violent, vindictive and mean characters like Barak.
Narrative Impetus or, The Prophecy Tells Them What To Do And They Do It
This bothered me in my initial reading as well, but it bothered me much more this time. For practically the entire length of both series, the main force behind any kind of narrative movement is the Prophecy, an invisible hand guiding them along to each and every destination. The individual characters have no real input as to when or how they approach obstacles or even objectives.
They are given direction, and they follow.
I’d Still Recommend It
The above aside, I still think the good parts outweigh the bad. The books on a whole are a fantastic introduction to fantasy, as it has a very strong core set of characters, personalities, and places.
This is High Fantasy as it should be: broad strokes, epic events, magnified personalities.