This is the delight of The Magicians trilogy, I think. Every other page I would think, “This is totally how weird and scary it is to be an adult and having no idea what to do next.” I’ve also wished for a mentor figure in my life, someone who would tell me why the things I thought should be doing (hard work! patience! persistence!) aren’t paying off. What’s wrong with my spell casting?
By default the books are compared to Harry Potter (as in, they are Harry Potter for grown-ups), but I think the better analogy is “Buffy.” “Buffy” was one long extended metaphor for being a teenager and all the “demons” one faces, including the mistakes you make on your own, without any evil force guiding your hand. And, like The Magicians, things got dark in ways that were totally unrelated to magic and wholly about the pain of being human, or the dangers of other people. Harry’s troubles were mostly contained to the Wizarding World. Not so for Buffy or Quentin.
I appreciate that.
It has been a long summer.
The Leftovers premiered at the end of June, which seems like an odd time for something routinely called dark and depressing to slip into our lives. The sun is out, the sky is blue, kids dash through sprinklers and (so the saying goes) the living is easy.
Not that the world ever actually plays by these rules. September 11th 2001 was a beautiful day. October 14th, as we’ve recently learned, was a perfectly sunny day. And it seemed that Memorial Day in Mapleton dawned clear, as well. The day found the Chief in a dark cabin in the woods in a puddle of Patti’s blood, though outside the woods blurred into an appealing green backdrop. Nora saw the sun outside the windows as she brushed her teeth and padded down the stairs to the kitchen.
The final review is up at The Stake. Read on…
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