The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley
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The Blue Sword
2/5. Young woman is abducted by the king of a neighboring nation because magic tells him to, and then she gets a magical horse and then she magically becomes the best fighter ever in the course of six weeks and then she gets a magical sword and then she does magic things, the end.
Yeeeeeah, sorry, no, this bored me thoroughly. And it had me to start with, too; the opening quarter of this book is a slow, absorbing account of this young woman's introduction to a backwater military outpost, and there's a beauty to the way she falls in love with the desert landscape that everyone else just wants to escape. But then all the magic ex machina happens, and meh.
Also, the ethnic politics, yikes. I mean, I guess it's unfair that I first rolled my eyes at the setup – young woman of privilege from the self-proclaimed more civilized and advanced society coming to save the nomadic society, because that's not at all problematic. But then I equally rolled my eyes at the later explanation that no, you see, she's not an outsider, because her great great great whatever was related to the etc. etc., so really she's one of them. Magic, apparently, working on the old "just one drop" theory of race. And yet, equal eye rolls, so there you go
But Light, you cry, I love this book and I read it a thousand times and you don't understaaaaand it.* Yep. That's right. I don't.
*Well, actually I think it's more like this book is of a different era and esthetic, and I was not in the frame of mind to read it as a historical document. I just wanted a damn book to enjoy.
2/5. Young woman is abducted by the king of a neighboring nation because magic tells him to, and then she gets a magical horse and then she magically becomes the best fighter ever in the course of six weeks and then she gets a magical sword and then she does magic things, the end.
Yeeeeeah, sorry, no, this bored me thoroughly. And it had me to start with, too; the opening quarter of this book is a slow, absorbing account of this young woman's introduction to a backwater military outpost, and there's a beauty to the way she falls in love with the desert landscape that everyone else just wants to escape. But then all the magic ex machina happens, and meh.
Also, the ethnic politics, yikes. I mean, I guess it's unfair that I first rolled my eyes at the setup – young woman of privilege from the self-proclaimed more civilized and advanced society coming to save the nomadic society, because that's not at all problematic. But then I equally rolled my eyes at the later explanation that no, you see, she's not an outsider, because her great great great whatever was related to the etc. etc., so really she's one of them. Magic, apparently, working on the old "just one drop" theory of race. And yet, equal eye rolls, so there you go
But Light, you cry, I love this book and I read it a thousand times and you don't understaaaaand it.* Yep. That's right. I don't.
*Well, actually I think it's more like this book is of a different era and esthetic, and I was not in the frame of mind to read it as a historical document. I just wanted a damn book to enjoy.
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