Next I bought Games of Thrones because I love the HBO series and wanted to take the experience to the next level. I also haven’t read any science fiction/fantasy for years. I thought it would be a nice change.
After a page I knew I’d made a mistake, but I trudged through the next few chapters hoping that my knowledge from the series would make up for the lazy descriptive choices, the clunky sentences and overuse of clichés. To be fair to George R.R. Martin, if I hadn’t just read Ford’s Canada, I may not have been so bothered; but Ford’s sentences flow like a Five Series BMW, Martin’s chugged along as if I was in a Chevy.
Games of Thrones is a fresh twist on familiar stories based on Tolkein, Star Wars, Shakespeare, Mythology and the Bible. That’s not a knock, aren’t most stories derivative of the last three on that list? But following Ford made me realize that I don’t want to fill my mind with just serviceable sentences. I want to raise my game. I want to be inspired, not just entertained.
A few weeks back I mentioned why I didn’t believe Fifty Shades of Gray was a model for me, despite its financial success. I’m sure there’s much in Games of Thrones that could inspire me, but with continual pressure on the time I devote to reading, I can’t afford to squander it.
So today I’m headed back to the bookstore to return Games of Thrones. I will continue to watch the series and I’m happy to hear from others about what’s different in the show versus the book, but I’ve got a collection of T. Coraghessan Boyle short stories that’s been sitting on my shelf for over year. It’s time to dig in.