Discussion in 'Literature' started by CooperTFN, Sep 18, 2012.
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Abeloth channels her inner Kenny McCormick and suffers from a variety of horrible, gruesome, and slightly hilarious deaths.
The internal flap on the hardcover sums up what's wrong with this book more succinctly than I can: "In the stunning finale of the epic Fate of the Jedi series, Jedi and Sith face off - with Coruscant as the battlefield." That's all that can be said to describe the finale to this nine-book fiasco, because that's all eight prior books could produce for a climax; the GFFA (both acronyms are equally pertinent) has become a cardboard cutout for poorly developed characters to play lightsaber-wielding Cops and Robbers in front of, because somewhere down the line it was decided that that was Star Wars was all about, and the book as good as says that that's what the saga will continue to consist of from here on out, because The Force Says So. Epic.
Here's my weak, but true, first entry:
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending, no hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending.
A book in which that bad guys are thwarted, but they get away and a new ally his chased away because she made one mistake.
Troy Denning finally realizes what Fate of the Jedi's plot should be about when he co-opts the Mortis trilogy and decides that Abeloth can only be killed by the Dagger of Mortis, unfortunately he came to this realization when he was writing the final book of the series.
In this book, Abeloth is killed off at least three times, once by Saba biting her head off and once by Boba Fett because whatevs, and yet her main body survives having its brains smashed out by a stone pillar...great.
All this time you were pretending - so much for my happy ending.
This is the way the world ends; This is the way the world ends; This is the way the world ends; Not with a bang but a whimper.
Three words sum up just how serious you should take this book (which is not at all)- Jedi spice cartel.
can you explain?
The Sith started their own news station on Coruscant to explain why the Jedi left–said explanation being that the Jedi Order was in fact, all along, a drug cartel–apparently, given the members are the same, it's supposed to be implied that they're drug traffickers from all the way back to the Vong war. How the people of Coruscant bought this, I do not know, except for the Law of Denning.
Oh, I see
So...after twenty-one books and eight years or thereabouts...it turns out the post-FotJ galaxy looks a lot like the post-NJO galaxy...only, you know, the characters are fifteen years older or dead...actually, quite a lot of them are dead...and there's still an insane eldritch abomination-lady out there (and Abeloth, ho ho)...and Luke knows about Krayt but is kinda doomed to fail to stop him...and the Jedi didn't mature, and if they even got a Fate out of this, it's not a great one...the X-Men's fate, possibly...or the Jedi and Sith get the Joker's "we'll be doing this forever"...and for now, that's kind of the 'main' EU finale...well, there it is.
Even the characters that are still alive are actually dead.
Wherin we learn that balance was not something achieved by Anakin but is really just the Jedi and Sith going about their "natures" for all time because hey what not the name of the series is Star Wars or whatever' stop asking me I'm Troy Denning and I rained on the days I was booooorn!
A series that was doomed to fail from the moment Natasi Daala became Chief of State reaches a pathetic, long awaited end.
You know your plot makes no sense when after nine books, you need The Clone Wars to explain it for you.
The last and best part of FotJ, for exactly that reason.
Yeah, I wish. It's painful enough and sufficiently lacking in resolution that even a sentiment of "oh, thank god that's over" doesn't really ring true.
You know it's not over because Denning is just going to write the next novel.
Worst book ever, man.
The cover is representative of the novel in a way not intended: the whole contrivance was crudely and obviously put together, offering nothing new or enjoyable.