Come at me Tumblr. Time for my most hated post.
Two years ago I read my first ever Brandon Sanderson novel. It ruined the printed word for me for months. I found it astoundingly boring and an absolute chore on the level of Nathaniel Hawthorne. I was assured throughout my attempt that the ending would be worth it.
It was not.
Instead I felt nothing but utter disappointment and confusion. This is the great fantasy writer of today? This is the best we have? This is the man whose work invigorated the world to adult fantasy lit? This feels like I’m reading an early draft. It feels like reading mediocre YA but for some reason people are praising it as the great current fantasy. I didn’t read another book for months. When I did, Tim Powers’ On Stranger Tides, I was lucky that it was something actually stimulating.
Didn’t fucking help that an entire character was goddamn incomprehensible. I literally got a headache every time Spook talked and eventually skipped every single one of his scenes. Another classic mid-read conversation went thusly:
“does Spook get more important?”
“Yes”
“Fuck”
Two years after the conversation in the screenshot, I went back to the works of Mr. Sanderson. This time with a double bill of The Alloy of Law (because fuck if I was going to read a single word more of Era fucking One) and Tress of the Emerald Sea.
Still not very good. But an improvement.
And I think the improvement was because I did audio for those two. What was once a slog to put eyes on became something I could have force fed to me. I would have *hated* reading Alloy. *H*A*T*E*D* it. Tress was alright.
And here’s what I realized. I despise the way Sanderson writes action scenes. It feels like reading stage directions for what will likely be a stellar action sequence. But in the action you don’t feel the consequences. There’s no pain, no feeling of danger, no look of “damn I can’t believe that shit worked” or “oh God I can barely stand after all that.” All of the choreography is laid out beautifully, but I don’t feel the stakes or tension in the characters themselves.
Imagine reading the script of Mission Impossible. You know it’s going to make you lose your mind when you see the stunts because Cruise’ll bring the danger and excitement but right now it’s just a description.
Sanderson writes things that’ll look INCREDIBLE on screen and has very specific and exciting moments that’ll make fans watching the adaptation go “EYYYY THEY DID THE THING” and non fans go “HOLY FUCK THAT WAS COOL.” But on the page I find they fall flat. They need that extra dimension.
Tress was improved vastly by having a damn voice. Our narrator was funny, charming, and always just slightly and amusingly detached to the proceedings while also being completely dependent on the result. It was a fun time and I’d read more by him like it. Unfortunately he said it was a one off.
Sanderson does very well by his fans. He’s friendly, develops the next generation of writers, really involved in the general community. He might be my favorite author whose books I just hate. But I’ve given him three books worth of chances. I can’t give him more.
This is the last time I finish a book I don’t like. My obligations are fulfilled.














