Another of my 'where the hell did this come
from and how can there be 3 books already and everyone has already read them
and they're making a movie and no-one will shut up about them and I'm going to
be spoiled on everything before I open the first book and oh god whatever, just
give me it I'll read it now' posts this week.
For the record, I hate when I'm forced to let
books jump the queue in order to avoid spoilers. I need my incredibly
complicated and strict system of what I read when to remain intact if I don't
want the universe to implode behind my eyes. So thank you, spoilery people!
Anyway, I've read The Hunger Games.
You all know the plot; young girl volunteers to take part in a fight to
the death against a bunch of other youngsters to prevent her little
sister from being drafted; she and lots of other kids, some nice, some
not, are shipped into an arena and start killing each other; rich folk
get their jollies by watching; it's all a propaganda/morale crushing
technique used by corrupt government to keep the populace in line. It's
not a hard concept to grasp.
Much has been made of the unoriginality of the concept; with most
citing Battle Royale as the victim of Suzanne Collins 'plagiarism';
because people haven't been rewriting the Greek myths or Shakespeare's
plays for centuries, have they?
I once read an interview; and I can't remember where it was, sorry;
with Terry Pratchett. He was being asked about a certain big hotshot
new author who was making a killing with a bunch of stories based
around a school for magically inclined people. Unseen University,
anyone? Perhaps the interviewer was hoping, though they never came out
and said it, that they would get a bitter rant about ideas theft. If
they were expecting that, they were disappointed.
Instead what they got was common sense. He was far from the first to
write stories about a school for wizards, and never expected to be the
last; when you're working in the fantasy
genre, some items are universal, one might even say
generic;
and what crime had this author committed, other than to get an awful
lot of young kids who never would have otherwise to read books? You
tell 'em, Tel!
I read an interview recently with Suzanne Collins, where she addressed
her inspirations and thought processes behind The Hunger Games. While
you'd expect her not to come out and say 'yeah, you got me, I'm a big
old hack who nicked her story', the reasoning she did profess was so
solid, in-depth and obviously
genuine
that you'd have to be the most cynical man alive to think she was
making shit up to cover her backside. It's churlish and it's mean and
it's disrespectful; so stop it.
Rant over. So what did I think of the book itself? Well, I'll tell you.
I loved it. The end.
Ha, that's not really the end. Me needs to waffle.
Katniss Everdeen is an engaging heroine, tis true, even if she is
saddled with the tension killer that is a first person narrative; I
really don't like them; and it's a good job she is because if you
weren't happy in her company you'd find the first half of this book
very boring. Not because nothing happens, but rather because nothing
that you
expect, happens; you
go into a book about gladiatorial combat to the death and you expect
people to be killing each other, so the fact that it takes almost 200
pages for the contest to begin is bound to be a bit of a drag.
Don't get me wrong, the opening sections do a masterful job
establishing this world, and a sense of history, and manage to make the
many districts and their respective populations truly distinct; in a
way that the movie never quite managed; but it just takes a little too
long to do it. I can't help but feel that a happy medium could have
been found between the books languid pace and the overly rushed opening
of the movie. Never mind.
As a consequence of the first person narrative; I
really
don't like them; the secondary characters are of course only seen
through Katniss' eyes. For characters like Gale and Peeta, the two boys
who form the inevitable love triangle with Katniss that all teen novels
seem obligated to have, this works; Katniss is confused and unsure
about how they feel about her, so the reader needs to be too. Up to a
point, of course, because while Katniss may be oblivious to the
romantic aspects of life, having grown up worrying more about putting
food in her belly than her next kiss, you'd have to be pretty much an
idiot to not get where this story is headed. Collins understands this
though, and gets around it quite cleverly by giving just enough of a
wink that you know she knows you know...er you know what I mean; before
long the reader is in on the joke, and is allowed to feel that they're
ahead of the character.
The much ballyhoo-ed violence is not, to be fair, as bad as some would have
you believe; though still quite nasty in places; but rather it's the
emotional shock that packs the weightiest punch. One death in
particular, which you know, intellectually, is inevitable, still
manages to knock the wind out of your sails when it comes and I will
freely admit that I had to put the book down when I read it. Even the
(inferior) movie version of the scene got a tear from me, I'm not too
proud to admit.
The book stumbles a little in the big finale. If you saw the movie and
thought the final bit of peril came out of nowhere and seemed tacked on
you'll be pleased to hear that there is a proper explanation for it in
the book, and a nasty and chilling one at that, but it still didn't
quite
work for me, and seemed maybe a step too far into the fantastical. I'm
actually glad that the explanation wasn't used in the movie, because
I'm not convinced they'd have been able to get it across in a way that
made sense.
Slight pacing issues at the start, and a cluttered finale can't detract
from what is, without a doubt, a brilliant, tense, thrilling and
ultimately moving piece of work by Collins. which had me grasping for
the sequel immediately. Highly recommended.
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