Character: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆
Plot: ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆
Prose: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ (I always forget how much Paolini loves making people tttrot~)
OVERALL: ★ ★ ½ ☆ ☆ ☆
My ridiculously long essay about this book, hosted on Substack, can be found at the URL at the end of this review.
Let it be known that, just like Eragon, Murtagh is not very bright. It must be from Mum’s side of the family.
This was one of my most anticipated books of the year, but I’ve had mixed feelings on the whole affair since the announcement. Like many, The Inheritance Cycle was my all-time favourite series from when I was about nine to somewhere in my early teens, and Murtagh left such a huge impression on me as a kid that his archetype (the angsty, angry, yet tragic bad boy loner with parental issues) is still one of my favourite things ever. That being said, I think the magic for the series started fading in my eyes with the release of Inheritance, which I didn’t love, and my admiration for Paolini as a writer dulled with his other novel To Sleep in a Sea of Stars, which I thought was pretty … meh; the only thing I could and can really say about it was, “yup, that was indeed a book I read”.
So I was excited to revisit my OG bad boy, but I was worried about Paolini’s ability to deliver a *good book*. And mixed feelings is a good way to put it now that I’ve finished.
Firstly, I adored getting to see Murtagh and Thorn’s psyches seventeen years after being introduced to them and deciding that these two would be my favourite poor little meow meows/blorbos (or whatever the kids say nowadays) forever. My throat did all the closing up and my heart ached whenever I read the passages about their experiences in Urû’baen at the hands of Galbatorix and his court. A shining beacon throughout the novel was in watching the two of them struggling with and addressing the trauma they experienced, most notable in Thorn’s fear of confined spaces and the ugly consequences that follow.
The book is very good at making me feel emotions for Murtagh and Thorn. But I wanted to feel, well, more. I wanted Murtagh to be a book about them navigating a post-Galbatorix landscape where they must deal with the fact that they’ve committed these atrocities. I wanted the main conflict to be centred around the fact that people don’t trust Murtagh and Thorn. I wanted a character-driven piece of storytelling.
Instead, the book is mostly a plot-driven sequel-setter. It’s not left me a happy camper as it stumbles into the age old sequel problem of oh shit, we need to escalate the stakes by introducing a Deep State, cheese-morality, Westboro-fire-and-brimstone-esque Cthulhu cult that Murtagh and Thorn need to take out, but oops, we ran out of pages please buy the next book. I thought this was to be a character study standalone D:
So it’s an action-adventure book, it’s a book with all the swords and gore and magician duels of the previous books. It’s a winning formula, but, this time around, not for me. The characters stumble about from one plot point to the next through blind luck and by making strange (stupid) decisions, and I struggled to find a solid, motivational throughline for the events going on other than “we need to get the book to happen”.
So in summary, Murtagh feels like a book teetering on the edge of having something interesting to say, but never quite succeeding because it’s more focused on doing things for later books.
Criticisms from the original books that have been addressed and I am super happy about!
However …
I will read the next book because Murtagh and Thorn are my favourites, but can it reach the heights of its potential? Well, that’s up to Chris, now.
Also who decided that the world map at the front of the travel book would be in made-up runes? Sir, I just want to talk to the art department.
Originally posted at englishbutter.substack.com.
Character: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆
Plot: ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆
Prose: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ (I always forget how much Paolini loves making people tttrot~)
OVERALL: ★ ★ ½ ☆ ☆ ☆
My ridiculously long essay about this book, hosted on Substack, can be found at the URL at the end of this review.
Let it be known that, just like Eragon, Murtagh is not very bright. It must be from Mum’s side of the family.
This was one of my most anticipated books of the year, but I’ve had mixed feelings on the whole affair since the announcement. Like many, The Inheritance Cycle was my all-time favourite series from when I was about nine to somewhere in my early teens, and Murtagh left such a huge impression on me as a kid that his archetype (the angsty, angry, yet tragic bad boy loner with parental issues) is still one of my favourite things ever. That being said, I think the magic for the series started fading in my eyes with the release of Inheritance, which I didn’t love, and my admiration for Paolini as a writer dulled with his other novel To Sleep in a Sea of Stars, which I thought was pretty … meh; the only thing I could and can really say about it was, “yup, that was indeed a book I read”.
So I was excited to revisit my OG bad boy, but I was worried about Paolini’s ability to deliver a *good book*. And mixed feelings is a good way to put it now that I’ve finished.
Firstly, I adored getting to see Murtagh and Thorn’s psyches seventeen years after being introduced to them and deciding that these two would be my favourite poor little meow meows/blorbos (or whatever the kids say nowadays) forever. My throat did all the closing up and my heart ached whenever I read the passages about their experiences in Urû’baen at the hands of Galbatorix and his court. A shining beacon throughout the novel was in watching the two of them struggling with and addressing the trauma they experienced, most notable in Thorn’s fear of confined spaces and the ugly consequences that follow.
The book is very good at making me feel emotions for Murtagh and Thorn. But I wanted to feel, well, more. I wanted Murtagh to be a book about them navigating a post-Galbatorix landscape where they must deal with the fact that they’ve committed these atrocities. I wanted the main conflict to be centred around the fact that people don’t trust Murtagh and Thorn. I wanted a character-driven piece of storytelling.
Instead, the book is mostly a plot-driven sequel-setter. It’s not left me a happy camper as it stumbles into the age old sequel problem of oh shit, we need to escalate the stakes by introducing a Deep State, cheese-morality, Westboro-fire-and-brimstone-esque Cthulhu cult that Murtagh and Thorn need to take out, but oops, we ran out of pages please buy the next book. I thought this was to be a character study standalone D:
So it’s an action-adventure book, it’s a book with all the swords and gore and magician duels of the previous books. It’s a winning formula, but, this time around, not for me. The characters stumble about from one plot point to the next through blind luck and by making strange (stupid) decisions, and I struggled to find a solid, motivational throughline for the events going on other than “we need to get the book to happen”.
So in summary, Murtagh feels like a book teetering on the edge of having something interesting to say, but never quite succeeding because it’s more focused on doing things for later books.
Criticisms from the original books that have been addressed and I am super happy about!
However …
I will read the next book because Murtagh and Thorn are my favourites, but can it reach the heights of its potential? Well, that’s up to Chris, now.
Also who decided that the world map at the front of the travel book would be in made-up runes? Sir, I just want to talk to the art department.
Originally posted at englishbutter.substack.com.