This feels like a myth. You feel like you join the story after the beginning and leave before the end. That’s not to say there isn’t a coherent, and reasonably satisfying, beginning, middle and end, however it does leave a lot unsaid (or hinted at). This isn’t Tolkien, which is not necessarily a bad thing. If anything, this feels like an Ur-myth for the bildungsroman trope.
This feels like a myth. You feel like you join the story after the beginning and leave before the end. That’s not to say there isn’t a coherent, and reasonably satisfying, beginning, middle and end, however it does leave a lot unsaid (or hinted at). This isn’t Tolkien, which is not necessarily a bad thing. If anything, this feels like an Ur-myth for the bildungsroman trope.