On Reading THE LORD OF THE RINGS for the Second Time

Back in the summer of 1990, I was playing a computer game my dad bought called War in Middle Earth, based on The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien.  In an effort to defeat the game, I started reading my parent’s paperback copy of The Fellowship of the Ring.  I made notes up till the hobbits enter Bree, but I continued reading after my note-taking ended.  Unfortunately, since I had started the book late in summer, and since Fellowship often lags in momentum, I did not finish it before school began, though I was only a chapter or two from the end.  During the course of the school year, I would read a paragraph here or there, while reading other books in the meantime.

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When summer came round again, I had time to finish Fellowship and continue with The Two Towers.  During my junior high school days, I had lots of time to read during the summer.  The World Wide Web didn’t exist yet, and limited continues made video game sessions shorter than they are now.  Still, that book didn’t get good for me until Frodo and Sam enter Shelob’s lair, which was my first inkling that this was going to be unlike any book I had read before.  Tolkien’s wording created a mini-climax that gave me such a sense of elation as I had not felt up until that point in those volumes, and had never felt with The Hobbit.

That was nothing compared to the climax in The Return of the King.  When the ring is destroyed and Sauron’s shape fades away, I felt elation and shock.  “They did it,” I remember murmuring through the house that day, after leaving my room and the book for a moment lest the emotion consume me as Mt. Doom did the ring.  That sense of elation stayed with me through the rest of the day.  And when I was done with the book, still elated, I plowed through the appendices, though it took a few days to finish those.  And then my elation turned to wonder, for here was a world before me, with histories and genealogies, legends and tales.  Here was the full story of Aragorn, and of Arwen, and the King of the Nazgûl.  Years later, those appendices led me to The Silmarillion and volumes composed of other stories Tolkien wrote about this world, some of which are early drafts for what came later.  And yet that sense of elation did not follow.  While I have read better books since The Lord of the Rings, I have never felt such a sustained surge of emotion as when I first read Tolkien’s masterpiece.  If only for that reason, it remains close to my heart.

Earlier this year, I decided to re-read the three volumes, which I have not done since my initial reading over 20 years ago.  Today I finished The Return of the King, minus the appendices.  While I did not feel that same powerful, sustained sense of elation, I did feel sadness at the end, which was needed to dampen the fires of emotion the last time I read these volumes.  This time, also, I did not read my parents’ paperback copies, but my own hardcover editions, bought 15-20 years ago as a Christmas present by my grandparents, both of whom are now many years deceased.  This was the first time I would be reading from these books.  At my side, I also had The Map of Tolkien’s Middle Earth, which meant I didn’t have to pull the map out of the back of each volume in order to follow the hobbits on their travels (until The Return of the King, where the map covers a smaller but more detailed area).

Proving that I have grown as a reader, I got through The Fellowship of the Ring without long pauses, and even noticed that it, too, includes some memorable episodes.  Only when Gandalf is absent near the end of Books 2 and most of Book 3 (the last half of Fellowship and the first half of The Two Towers) does the pacing drag.

Though I noticed what didn’t work, I was more aware of what worked this time, including a passage in The Two Towers that occurs even before those glorious passages in Shelob’s lair.  It proves what I’ve often thought true: evil is more interesting to describe than goodness.  And when the darkness becomes truly dark, Tolkien is a master of mood.  One can find flaws in his character development, dialogue, and descriptive passages, but once he figured out how to marry description with pacing, mood with story, history with plot, he wrote some truly great passages; even when clichés and overwritten sentences sneak in, they hold their power. Including:

The description of the Black Gate.

This was Cirith Gorgor, the Haunted Pass, the entrance to the land of the Enemy.  High cliffs lowered upon either side, and thrust forward from its mouth were two sheer hills, black-boned and bared.  Upon them stood the Teeth of Mordor, two towers strong and tall.  In days long past they were built by the Men of Gondor in their pride and power, after the overthrow of Sauron and his flight, let he should seek to return to his old realm.  But the strength of Gondor failed, and men slept, and for long years the towers stood empty. (The Two Towers, p. 244)

 

The first appearance of Shelob (after Frodo yells strange words to light the star-glass of Galadriel).

But other potencies there are in Middle-earth, powers of night, and they are old and strong.  And She that walked in the darkness had heard the Elves cry that cry far back in the deeps of time, and she had not heeded it, and it did not daunt her now.  Even as Frodo spoke he felt a great malice bent upon him, and a deadly regard considering him.  Not far down the tunnel, between them and the opening where they had reeled and stumbled, he was aware of eyes growing visible, two great clusters of many-windowed eyes–the coming menace was unmasked at last.  The radiance of the star-glass was broken and thrown back from their thousand facets, but behind the glitter a pale deadly fire began steadily to glow within, a flame kindled in some deep pit of evil thought.  Monstrous and abominable eyes they were, bestial and yet filled with purpose and with hideous delight, gloating over their prey trapped beyond all hope of escaping. (The Two Towers, pp. 329-220)

 

The death of the King of the Nazgûl.

Then tottering, struggling up, with her last strength she drove her sword between crown and mantle, as the great shoulders bowed before her.  The sword broke sparkling into many shards.  The crown rolled away with a clang.  Éowyn fell forward upon her fallen foe.  But lo!  the mantle and hauberk were empty.  Shapeless they lay now on the ground, torn and tumbled; and a cry went up into the shuddering air, and faded to a shrill wailing, passing with the wind, a voice bodiless and thin that died, and was swallowed up, and was never heard again in that age of this world. (The Return of the King, p. 117)

 

Sam and Frodo escaping from the tower of Cirith Ungol.

The will of the Watchers was broken with a suddenness like the snapping of a cord, and Frodo and Sam stumbled forward.  Then they ran.  Through the gate and past the great seated figures with their glittering eyes.  There was a crack.  The keystone of the arch crashed almost on their heels, and the wall above crumbled, and fell in ruin.  Only by a hair did they escape.  A bell clanged; and from the Watchers there went up a high and dreadful wail.  Far up above in the darkness it was answered.  Out of the black sky there came dropping like a bolt a winged shape, rending the clouds with a ghastly shriek. (The Return of the King, p. 192)

 

Sauron becoming aware of the ring.

And far away, as Frodo put on the Ring and claimed it for his own, even in Sammath Naur the very heart of his realm, the Power in Barad-dûr was shaken, and the Tower trembled from its foundations to its proud and bitter crown.  The Dark Lord was suddenly aware of him, and his Eye piercing all shadows looked across the plain to the door that he had made; and the magnitude of his own folly was revealed to him in a blinding flash, and all the devices of his enemies at last laid bare.  Then his wrath blazed in consuming flame, but his fear rose like a vast black smoke to choke him.  For he knew his deadly peril and the thread upon which his doom now hung.
From all his policies and webs of fear and treachery, from all his stratagems and wars his mind shook free; and throughout his realm a tremor ran, his slaves quailed, and his armies halted, and his captains suddenly steerless, bereft of will, wavered and despaired.  For they were forgotten.  The whole mind and purpose of the Power that wielded them was now bent with overwhelming force upon the Mountain.  At his summons, wheeling with a rending cry, in a last desperate race there flew, faster than the winds, the Nazgûl, the Ringwraiths, and with a storm of wings they hurtled southwards to Mount Doom. (The Return of the King, p. 223)

 

And finally, the sense of melancholy and the passage of time that Tolkien evokes on the hobbits’ journey back to the Shire, and on Frodo’s departure from the Grey Havens.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow on the waters that was soon lost in the West.  There still he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.  Beside him stood Merry and Pippin, and they were silent. (The Return of the King, p. 311)

Despite my worries that I would no longer enjoy something I enjoyed so much 20 years ago, The Lord of the Rings proves that some tales are timeless, and still retain much of the power that made them beloved in the first place.

 

POSTSCRIPT 7/13/14: Reading the books again reminded me what the Peter Jackson movies got right, and what they got wrong.  The look of Middle Earth and the issuing forth of the armies of Mordor from Minas Morgul the films got very right.  As for what they got wrong, I thought of four sections in particular:

1. The fight with the Nazgûl king is shorter in the book, and yet more powerful because when he says, “Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!” leading to Éowyn revealing herself as a woman, “the Ringwraith made no answer, and was silent, as if in sudden doubt” (The Return of the King, p. 116).  Here Tolkien is able to convey to the reader a sense of prophetic doom and hope for the forces fighting the darkness — something that the movie version of The Return of the King does not.

2. Likewise, Shelob is a much scarier and more powerful creature on paper than she is on film.  On film she looks like an overgrown spider.  On paper she is first revealed by her lair and its darkness (The Two Towers, pp. 326-327), then her stench (pp. 327-28), her movements (pp. 328), her eyes (pp. 329-30), her backstory (pp. 332-333), and at the last, her body:

Hardly had Sam hidden the light of the star-glass when she came.  A little way ahead and to his left he saw suddenly, issuing from a black hole of shadow under the cliff, the most loathly shape that he had ever beheld, horrible beyond the horror of an evil dream.  Most like a spider she was, but huger than the great hunting beasts, and more terrible than they because of the evil purpose in her remorseless eyes.  Those same eyes that he had thought daunted and defeated, there they were lit with a fell light again, clustering in her out-thrust head.  Great horns she had, and behind her short stalk-like neck was her huge swollen body, a vast bloated bag, swaying and sagging between her legs; its great bulk was black, blotched with livid marks, but the belly underneath was pale and luminous and gave forth a stench.  Her legs were bent, with great knobbed joints high above her back, and hairs that stuck out like steel spines, and at each leg’s end there was a claw. (The Two Towers, p. 334)

3. Much of the description of what Frodo and Sam endure in Mordor, and of the landscape they travel through (particularly at the tower of Cirith Ungol) is not covered in the movie, including Sauron’s sudden awareness of them.  In this case, both the mood and the details are missing.

4. Finally, the melancholy that Tolkien brings to the end of the journey, and to Frodo’s departure from Middle Earth, is done much better in the book, perhaps because Tolkien can cover a longer length of time in the final chapters than the movie can in its closing minutes, and so we hear of Frodo’s illness which comes and goes, foreshadowing what must occur at the end.

A Memory of Robert Jordan

I read the first Wheel of Time book over 20 years ago.  At around 12:30 am on Tuesday,  August 6, I finished the last one, with the ending every bit as epic and awe-inspiring as any that transpired in the previous 13 books (and one prequel).

Sadly, the author of these books did not live to see their completion.  While Robert Jordan left sketches and fully written sections for the last book of the series, he died soon after finishing Book Eleven.  His wife then chose Brandon Sanderson to complete the final book for him, which was so large that Sanderson split it into three, still large books.

What follows is my remembrance of the series.  This isn’t a review — for that, I’d have to dig my Wheel of Time books out of storage in my parents’ house — a difficult thing to do, since I live on the West Coast, and they on the East.  Instead, it’s a recollection of a series that I started reading the summer between eighth and ninth grade, and finished well into adulthood.

(Note: all links to book titles include complete plot synopses, including major spoilers.  My remembrances also contain some spoilers.  On a side note, if you want to look at the cover art for each book in the series, go here.)

1. The Eye of the World

The Lord of the Rings was the first fantasy series I ever read.  In fact, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings may have been the first fantasy books I ever read.  Because I read the books while transitioning from children’s literature to adult, it remains the most moving and powerful experience of my reading career.

Having finished The Return of the King in the summer of ’92, I went out to Royal Discount Bookstore (which no longer exists) in the summer of ’93, with my mom, on a quest to find another fantasy book to read.  Notice I wrote “fantasy book.”  I was not looking for another series, but merely another foray in the world of fantasy.

It was my mom who found The Eye of the World.  She pointed out that, on the back cover, the blurbs compared it to Tolkien (so yes, I guess those blurbs do work sometimes).  It was good enough for me.  I’m not sure if I cracked it open in the store to read a sample passage or waited until I got home.  All I know is that I started reading it that day.

As a stand alone book, The Eye of the World is excellent.  I got caught up in the story of the three young men from the Two Rivers — Rand, Mat, and Perrin — as they traveled with the Aes Sedai Moiraine and her Warder, Lan, pursued by the forces of darkness.  As they explored the larger world they lived in and came in contact with its wonders and horrors, so did I.  The land of elves and hobbits and orcs was replaced with one of men and Ogier and Trollocs.  Whitecloaks and Aes Sedai added religion and magic to the series.  This is also the book in which Perrin discovers his wolf nature with the help of Elyas, Padan Fain becomes more than a Darkfriend when infected by the evil that lurks in Shadar Logoth, and Mat is infected by that same evil due to a dagger he steals from that city.  And the ending, in which Rand fights with Ba’alzamon and discovers that he can channel, and is therefore destined to go mad, is the first of many great endings to these books.  I still remember the chills I got when Moiraine, eavesdropping on Rand and Egwene, says, “The prophecies will be fulfilled.  The Dragon is reborn.”  More importantly, the book ends with the information that this is book one in a series.  If only I knew then how long that series would take to read, I may never have started reading that first book.

2. The Great Hunt, 3. The Dragon Reborn, 4. The Shadow Rising

I believe I bought The Great Hunt on my own (from that same bookstore), and received The Dragon Reborn and The Shadow Rising for Christmas.  While The Eye of the World introduced most of the main characters and some important details about the world they lived in, The Great Hunt adds a few more important characters, such as the Seachan, who are defeated at the end of the book (by the heroes called by the Horn of Valere, which was found in the Eye of the World and stolen near the beginning of this book), but will return in later books.  The most horrid thing about the Seachan is that they have collars that can control females who can channel.  Other notable characters include Siuan Sanche (The Amyrlin Seat) and Selene, who is later revealed to be Lanfear, the strongest of the female Forsaken.

While I did not enjoy this book as much as the first one (despite a scene in which Rand defeats a blademaster, and we start to sense the feelings Min has for him), it still has its moments.  Perhaps, for me, I was annoyed that the ending featured yet another battle between Rand and Ba’alzamon.

Still, it wasn’t as bad as The Dragon Reborn, which I find the weakest of the first five books.  Perhaps the main reason for this is that Rand, despite being the main character, is absent for much of the book, even if all the other chapters deal with the other characters trying to find him.  Still, this is the book in which Mat is healed from the effects of the dagger; Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne are entrusted with hunting down the Black Ajah by the Amyrlin Seat; and the first Prophecy of the Dragon is fulfilled, with the Stone of Tear falling to Rand, Mat, fireworks from the Illuminators, and the Aiel, who will play a prominent role in the next book, as well as in the series as a whole.  Plus, Ba’alzamon is finally killed and revealed to be Ishamael, the strongest of the Forsaken.  We also learn the existence of other Forsaken in the world, and Faile Bashere, the woman who will become Perrin’s wife, appears for the first time, as a Hunter for the Horn.

The Shadow Rising is my favorite of the original five Wheel of Time books.  With the possible exception of the last book, it is my favorite overall.  It also is one of the most detailed books in the series, with repercussions of what happens in this book traveling all the way down through Book 13, mainly dealing with Mat Cauthon and the Aelfinn and Eelfinn that he encounters after walking through two different ter’angreal, the latter of which leave him with other men’s memories, his ashandarei, and a Foxhead medallion that prevents the One Power from being used on him.

In addition, there are battles between Shadowspawn, Whitecloaks, and a group of Two Rivers folk led by Perrin Aybara; Nynaeve’s and Elayne’s first battle with Moghedien; the overthrow of the Amyrlin Seat; and the raising of Elaida to that position.  Finally, we have Rand’s journey with the Aiel, in which he proves he is the Car’a’carn, battles with Asmodean, and makes that member of the Forsaken (with some help from Lanfear) his teacher.

5. The Fires of Heaven

The Fires of Heaven is the last great single digit book in the series (Books 11-14 return the series to its former glory) and the first book I bought in hardcover, having now caught up to publishing dates (and watching my poorly put-together TOR paperback editions fall apart).  It introduces bubbles of evil and the first major death in the series.  When it occurred, it shocked me more than any other event that had occurred so far (I wouldn’t experience another shock like that until The Gathering Storm).  And yet, by removing Moiraine from the series (at least until Book 13, when Mat attempts to rescue her from the Tower of Ghenji), it loses something.  Moiraine was a steadying force on Rand, and she was one of the few women in the series who never became bitchy or shrill as a character.  It was the equivalent of losing Gandalf in The Fellowship of the Ring, except that we, as readers, had more time to know Moiraine.  But that wasn’t the only problem that this series had to deal with.

6. Lord of Chaos, 7. A Crown of Swords, The World of Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time (with Teresa Patterson), 8. The Path of Daggers

Lord of Chaos includes the Battle at Dumai’s Wells, which is one of the most important events in the series.  Another major occurrence is the formation of the Black Tower, where men who can channel are taught how to use the One Power.  Still, the rest of the novel is lacking the magic that the first five books had.  In other words, it’s missing Moiraine.  Plus, this is when Rand starts to get a bit surly.

To counter the absence of Moiraine, Cadsuane appears in A Crown of Swords as a “replacement,” but her methods are much more abrasive than Moiraine’s, and so I never really warmed to her.  Another problem starts to creep into the series with this book.  Out of 41 chapters, Rand only appears in 4 1/2 of them (A Crown of Swords, Encyclopaedia WoT).  He is injured by Padan Fain at the beginning with the dagger from Shadar Logoth, and then appears at the end to battle Sammael in Shadar Logoth.  Most of the other chapters focus on Elayne, Nynaeve, Avienda, and Mat’s search for The Bowl of the Winds, which will battle the unseasonable heat that the Dark One’s touch has brought to the world.  Also, the Seachan return, invading Ebou Dar.

Rand likewise doesn’t appear much in The Path of Daggers.  Out of 30 chapters, he shares five chapters and appears in three by himself (The Path of Daggers, Encyclopaedia WoT).  At the end of the book, he is attacked by Asha’man from the Black Tower.  In addition, many minor characters start to appear, increasing the number of plot threads.  Eventually, these minor plots begin to take over the larger ones, which lead to larger and larger prologues, dealing with fewer and fewer main characters.  In fact, Mat doesn’t appear in this book at all, just as Perrin didn’t appear in The Fires of Heaven.

In between A Crown of Swords and The Path of Daggers, Robert Jordan and Teresa Patterson published The World of Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time, which includes information on the series, including cover art and drawings of some of the main characters.  Since each book in the series has a glossary (minus the final one), this was more of a chance to have all the information in one place, though it did flesh out places and history only hinted at in the books written up to that point, such as the Seachan’s homeland.  I wish I could remember the title of the chapter that included all of the cover art through A Crown of Swords.  It was a wink and a nod to the not always accurate drawings done for these covers.

9. Winter’s Heart, 10. Crossroads of Twilight

This is when the series really lost its focus.  Less Rand and more superfluous plot strands meets two books that could have been condensed into one book.  Many of the events that start in Winter’s Heart won’t resolve themselves until Knife of Dreams.  There is one major event that occurs in Winter’s Heart — Rand’s quest to remove the taint from saidin, the male half of the One Power — but every event that happens between him declaring it and attempting to do it continue to be unresolved at the end of Crossroads of Twilight.  For example, the Shaido kidnap Faile in Winter’s Heart: Perrin doesn’t rescue her until Knife of Dreams.  Mat Cauthon meets Tuon, the Daughter of the Nine Moons, in Winter’s Heart: he doesn’t fulfill the Aelfinn’s prophecy that he’ll marry her until Knife of Dreams.  In other words, Crossroads of Twilight is a whole lot of filler.

0. New Spring

Jordan’s prequel to the Wheel of Time, published after Crossroads of Twilight, is based on a story he originally wrote for the Legends anthology, in between The Path of Daggers and Winter’s Heart.  It is much shorter than the other books in the series, and some of the information included in it is referenced in later Wheel of Time books.  According to Wikipedia, it was actually the first of three planned prequels.  The novel takes place at the close of the Aiel War and deals mostly with Moiraine and Siuan as young Aes Sedai.  They hear the current Amyrlin declare that the Dragon has been reborn and go out searching for him.  Elaida, Lan, and Cadsuane are also introduced for the first time, and one first hears whispers of the Black Ajah.

Though not as epic as the other books in the series (particularly the ending), it signaled a return by Jordan to the more simplistic storylines and smaller casts that make the first five books so enjoyable.

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And now I must pause and tell you a story:

While Crossroads of Twilight sat unread on my shelf, New Spring had yet to be purchased, and Knife of Dreams had been released months prior, I was talking to my brother online.  Or maybe it was on the phone.  In either case, it wasn’t in person, as I was in Japan, and he was in the U.S.

He asked me, “What have Robert Jordan fans feared since he began the series?”

Me: “That he won’t finish the series?”

Him: “That he will die before he finishes it.”

(Actually, I doubt this was our actual conversation, but it’s close.)

And then he shared with me the contents of this article, in which Jordan tells the world that he has a rare blood disease called amyloidosis.  A year and a half later, he would be dead.  Even then, fans knew that he had passed along all significant plot points of the final novel to his wife, Harriet, who also edited all of his books.  This was a man who cared deeply about his fans, so much so that he planned to have his series finished, even if he weren’t around to finish it himself.

11. Knife of Dreams

Jordan died in 2007; I returned home in 2008.  I don’t remember if I read Winter’s Heart before I left for Japan (I think I did), but I know that Crossroads of Twilight, Knife of Dreams, and New Spring (in that order) weren’t read until I returned.  In fact, I waited so long to get Knife of Dreams that I’m pretty sure I own the paperback.

As the last book that Jordan wrote on his own, I’ve always wondered if he knew the end was coming and so realized that he had to start resolving loose plot points that stretched back to the beginning of the series.  The saddest thing about Knife of Dreams is that the formula for the books I had read when a high school student was back.  All of the loose threads begun in Winter’s Heart were resolved.  There was less “plot fat” than there had been in the last few books.  The stories moved, instead of being mired in unimportant details.  Jordan finally seemed to remember where the original series was heading, before he became caught up in the minutiae of its world.  And then, he died.

12. The Gathering Storm, 13. Towers of Midnight, 14. A Memory of Light

Any hesitation I had about Brandon Sanderson completing Jordan’s vision vanished when I started reading The Gathering Storm.  The first thing I noticed is that Rand is once again the main character.  He appeared a lot in Knife of Dreams, but he appears even more in The Gathering Storm, and the main plot revolves around him — not Perrin rescuing Faile or Mat fighting the Seanchan, as in the previous book.  And The Gathering Storm references plot points and objects that were last mentioned in the first five books!

Plus, there’s another shocking revelation.  A character we have come to know very well over the course of the series is revealed to be of the Black Ajah, though we get the sense that she had no choice in the matter, and dies giving Egwene important information about the Black Ajah in the Tower.

Sanderson’s style is lighter than Jordan’s and less reliant on superfluous details.  Plus, he’s a bit better when it comes to character development, since the female characters in the last three books aren’t as whiny as they had become under Jordan.  I mean, Jordan’s descriptions could lead to a drinking game: “Every time Nynaeve pulls her braid, drink!”  “Every time Mat says he doesn’t understand women, drink!”

But besides the fact that this novel is not mired in details, what makes it the best one in the series since The Fires of Heaven (and I would argue since The Shadow Rising) is the ending, where Rand learns to laugh again.  No battle sequence this time, except for the most important one: the battle within Rand’s soul.  On the other hand, this book has what is quite possibly the worst cover art in the entire series (but oh how we fans love to make fun of the Wheel of Time cover art!).

Towers of Midnight centers around Mat, Thom, and “one other” attempting to rescue Moiraine from the Aelfinn and Eelfinn, though that event doesn’t happen till the end of the book (and aren’t even the Towers of Midnight mentioned in the title).  Again, events from early in the series are reintroduced (like Perrin’s killing of Whitecloaks in The Eye of the World and the murder of his family) and things actually happen.  Still, it didn’t have as amazing an ending as The Gathering Storm, perhaps because the battle for one’s soul is always more satisfying than an actual battle, but so much happens in these three final novels that one wishes Jordan had cut half the content out of Winter’s Heart and Crossroads of Twilight, combined them, and then finished this series before he died.  Then again, so much happens because he left so much unresolved.

And now we come to A Memory of Light, the original title for the last book of the series, which had to be split into three separate volumes.  The land is dying as the Dark One’s touch grows stronger, The Black Tower has fractured as Taim becomes one of the Forsaken, and the Last Battle is about to occur on four fronts, with the four great generals each commanding a front.  The whole book is a climax, but the main points I will remember from it are two:

1.) It contains the longest chapter of any book in the series.  Titled “The Last Battle” (and followed by some of the shortest chapters in the series), it starts on page 617 and ends on page 806.  Multiple threads are followed, most of them focusing on the battle between Demandred’s forces and the forces of Light under Mat.  This is, by far, one of the tensest sequences I have read in any novel, and certainly the tensest one in The Wheel of Time.  Allies fall in battle, including some major characters, and Jordan shows just how thinly stretched the forces of Light are, with Demandred’s superior numbers and channelers of his own (unlike other parts of the book, this section is in Jordan’s voice.  In fact, Sanderson assured fans that the climax of the novel was written by Jordan himself).

2.) One of the most satisfying endings I’ve read in a series.  People disappointed with the epilogue in Harry Potter will not be disappointed here (note: I was not one of those people).  The climax presents moments of danger which, unlike other moments in the series, feels dangerous.  This is the end.  People die.  Also, the ending manages to combine a large scale battle without with a battle within, both of which lead to satisfying conclusions.

To think, the books took place over two years in the characters’ lives, and yet it took over twenty in the lives of its readers.  I will never have an experience like that again.  It’s fortunate that Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson made sure that the series wouldn’t end prematurely.  Based on the ending, I’m glad it didn’t.  Based on the ending, I’m glad I kept reading.

Update on the Novel 4

Dickens's Dream

Hard to believe that this is only my fourth update concerning my novel.  Also hard to believe how long the gap between when I wrote my last update and this one is.

Since that update, much has happened, but as far as the novel is concerned, I have geared up my final push to get the damn thing written.  As I stated back in my first update, I originally had the idea for this novel back in sixth grade, wrote outlines for it in high school and again in college, and began writing it in 2002, breaking off the writing in 2004 or 2005, and restarting in 2007, after reading On Writing while in Japan.  Or was it 2006?  Anyway, the “new” rough draft was finished several months after I returned stateside, in 2008.

Since then, it’s been a battle.  Part One is good enough to pass off to my first readers, unless something freaky happens in Part Two that undermines something I tried to set up in Part One.  Part Two, however, is a bit of a nightmare, as I have to get rid of plot points that don’t work, or that seem an incredible stretch for the characters involved.  Unfortunately, that may involve most of the climax, unless I can figure out a plausible way for a child to…well, don’t want to spoil the surprise. 😛  And since I’ve been busy procrastinating job hunting on the Internet, I haven’t dedicated enough time to the novel the past two weeks, though I did stay up until one a.m. revising poems on Monday.  I guess that counts for something.

I’m sure I’ll figure out the ending.  In the meantime, I’ve started a task which will help me write the novel which will follow this one, and the short stories that I have in mind in the interim.  And then comes incorporating my first readers’ advice into the novel, writing query letters, and finding an agent.  If I find a good one, he or she will find a publisher.  If the publisher is a good one, he or she will ask for revisions.  And then, a year or more may pass until the book actually comes out.

But first, I have to revise my novel until everything works, or until I’m sick of the whole damn thing.  Then I will know that it’s ready.