A Dance with Dragons
George R. R. Martin
If I’m going to be completely honest. I think by this time I’m little weary of George R. R. Martin. This is no fault of the author, nor of his work, but rather of my own nigh obsessive attempt to make it through my reread of all the earlier volumes ofwith no breaks in between. In truth, I was probably in desperate need of a palate cleanser, some literary sherbet if you will, before starting A Dance with Dragons. The sense of fan entitlement regarding Martin’s work is well document (even in song) and the long wait between A Feast for Crows and A Dance with Dragons seemed to drudge up the worst aspects of fandom. In truth when judging reader reactions to A Dance with Dragons it is a little difficult to differentiate between legitimate criticism and misplaced belief that fans are entitled to the product of an author’s creativity.
Hit the jump for a meandering and slightly messy musing on Martin’s latest work.