Having just finished the Crippled God, I thought I’d just put a mention of it on LJ. Now I won’t be going into a long, gushing review of it, because I don’t really see the point. Better reviewers than me have already done so, and he’s successful enough that I don’t think he’ll need all the notice he can get, but all the same Steven Erikson has produced something remarkable.
The sheer scale, weight and grandeur of the series beggars belief. It’s a remarkable work, one that – as a competitor of Erikson’s – my head hurts to even think about plotting and writing. Even the flaws, the chapters I’d have not included myself or unfinished story threads or over-powerful characters, all add to the richness of the tapestry. Yes, even the flaws make this more than the sum of it’s parts. So while not trying to gush about it, this is the finest and most stunning work I’ve ever come across in literature. It’s (re)defined the nature of heroism for me and given me something that will live forever in my memory. Strange to say, I’m actually looking forward to re-reading all three million words of it!
So there you go, no gushing there at all, just a quick word of recommendation….