A few years ago, I read the first three books of the Malazan series. I quite liked Gardens of the Moon, found Deadhouse Gates long, repetitive and overly grim, and Memories of Ice seemed a confusing mess that didn't know where its climax was. Since MOI had been often called the best in the series, I didn't think it worth reading any more.
A couple of months ago, I had a hankering to revisit GOTM, and I enjoyed it so much that I carried on with the other two books. I've now just finished MOI again. I couldn't believe the difference compared with the first time I'd read them. I think I must not have been paying much attention the first time: the stuff with Trell and Icarium, and Togg and Fanderay, almost completely passed me by. This time round, with a little effort, I was able to keep track of everything, and the story unfolded into one of the greatest fantasies I've ever read, quite possibly the greatest. The books aren't without their faults, but the scope and vision on display was incredible, and I enjoyed having to work a little to keep up with what was happening -- the impression that the author didn't care how many readers fell by the wayside gave a sense not only of accomplishment that I stuck with it, but made the world seem more real, existing on its own terms rather than through the devices of an author keen to keep me along for the ride.
I'm now wondering what will happen when I read the fourth book, House of Chains, for the first time: whether it'll be like my first readings of the others, or whether I'll have enough momentum and understanding now to carry me through.
A couple of months ago, I had a hankering to revisit GOTM, and I enjoyed it so much that I carried on with the other two books. I've now just finished MOI again. I couldn't believe the difference compared with the first time I'd read them. I think I must not have been paying much attention the first time: the stuff with Trell and Icarium, and Togg and Fanderay, almost completely passed me by. This time round, with a little effort, I was able to keep track of everything, and the story unfolded into one of the greatest fantasies I've ever read, quite possibly the greatest. The books aren't without their faults, but the scope and vision on display was incredible, and I enjoyed having to work a little to keep up with what was happening -- the impression that the author didn't care how many readers fell by the wayside gave a sense not only of accomplishment that I stuck with it, but made the world seem more real, existing on its own terms rather than through the devices of an author keen to keep me along for the ride.
I'm now wondering what will happen when I read the fourth book, House of Chains, for the first time: whether it'll be like my first readings of the others, or whether I'll have enough momentum and understanding now to carry me through.