The Magicians by Lev Grossman.
Well, it's hard to know what to make of this book. It's certainly rather unlike any other book I've read - although it's a fantasy, it plays a lot with genre conventions in rather interesting ways. Still, it is a bit frustrating.
The first half of the book is essentially Harry Potter with sex and f-bombs. If that's enough to intrigue you, check it out if you like. Otherwise, spoilers follow. I have a lot of thoughts about this book.
While the Harry Potter influence is the most conspicuous at first glance, he whole book is actually suffused with a kind of adoration and skepticism of Narnia, and CS Lewis is clearly the more important influence. The crux of the story is to explore what happens when disillusioned, cynical 20-something atheists visit Narnia, which here is called "Fillory".
This book belongs to the "post-coming-of-age" genre. That's a phrase I just made up, but it's one of these stories about what it's like to be in your 20s after college and not belonging to any kind of family or commitments or reason for existing, when a lack of purpose and drive starts to burrow into yourself and kill you from the inside, something I can relate to. Others in the genre I can think of include Fight Club, Garden State, Notes from the Underground, and the game Night in the Woods. (Yes, I like Garden State, screw you.)
It's clear to me that this is a story about depression, or at least about a lack of satisfaction in life. All of the characters are searching for the kind of meaning that comes to the characters in fantasy stories that they can't seem to find anywhere in real life. This is an interesting angle on the genre, and one I've not seen before. Even if you could live out that kind of story, the book argues, you'd still be just as unhappy. So you have to find the meaning in yourself and in your friends/relationships. This is not a subtext - the characters flat-out say this in dialogue.
There are some very memorable and even moving parts in this book. However, it's often undercut by the characters' incessantly joke-y and not terribly clever or interesting dialogue. At times I really wished they would shut up. It's also spoiled somewhat for me by just how unlikable the protagonist, Quentin, is. I really wanted to slap him at several points in this book. He's arrogant, smug, self-obsessed, and hateful, and not in an interesting way.
Another thing that really didn't work for me in this book was the lack of coherent world-building. I realize it's not trying to be a Game of Thrones or a Lord of the Rings, but in this book very weird things just kind of happen without much buildup or fanfare. Like, at one point the main character casually announces he's going to the Moon. I guess this kind of silliness sort-of works thematically in satirizing or deconstructing the fantasy genre somehow, but it also drains out some of the drama. If any wacky event can happen at any moment, why should I care when characters are in peril? It's very inconsistent about what powers the characters have, as well - for example, Quentin is able to walk naked to the South Pole with the help of heating spells, but later the characters have to waste a lot of time going back for cold-weather clothes they stupidly left behind. It feels at times like the author is running out of ideas and just making it up on the spot.
Ultimately, while the book was interesting and certainly memorable, it doesn't quite pack the emotional punch I hoped it would, and I probably won't read the sequels. Still, I have a feeling I'll be thinking about it for some time. I kind of wish I could read the actual Fillory books the characters all love so much, which seem more intriguing than what Grossman actually wrote.
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