
A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Set in the fictional land of Westeros ‘Game of Thrones’ is the first in the series of George RR Martin’s epic saga ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’. It’s since been adapted into a HBO series, for which many of you will have been prompted to pick up the book, and in that there is a testament to both the imagination of GRRM and the fidelity of the television adaptation (if you’ve not yet seen the series, read the book first otherwise knowing what’s happening next ruins the experience). Often pinned as fantasy, while there are dragons and whispered folklore, Game of Thrones reads more like a historical fiction novel since this volume is heavily dedicated to the politics of Westeros. Do not be disheartened by the threat of politics for this is medieval fantasy and here politics is synonymous with murder, kidnapping, war, sex, and a dwarf thrown in for comic relief.
Using several character viewpoints, a style not dissimilar from that of Conn Iggulden’s Stormbird, GRRM tells his story from both sides of the good/evil divide. Having said that you will be hard pressed to firmly define a character as good or bad (with the exception of Joffrey who is just the personification of period cramps) as GRRM is master at writing characters. None are without faults or sympathies: Ned Stark, the all but hero of this book, is honourable but at the cost of naivety; Cersei is intelligent but cruelty yet not without a reader’s sympathy for her situation. Naturally though this will have you screaming at the book as you see a character lie about something you just read about. As a fan of both historical fiction and medieval fantasy, this has been somewhat of a perfect storm for me. Too often fantasy novels close as a prince, king, or hero slays whatever evil is threatening the land, and we are left to assume ‘they lived happily ever after’. In what world is that convincing? Yes, I said convincing when I’m talking about a genre that often involves Elves, shush. GRRM takes that trope and tears it to pieces; in the Game of Thrones it is not enough to be morally good.
A very basic formula for this book? Take Lord of the Rings, remove any elements Dungeons and Dragons, or World of Warcraft copy, fill in the gaps with Machiavelli’s The Prince and Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall.
My only warning would be that at 800 pages it is a long read. It’s a marathon, but don’t abandon it if your stamina runs out. If you are not the sort of reader who can sit and devour a book this size, do as I did and take it in small chunks. A chapter is enough a day really. But do, do, do finish it!






