
Book #177 of 2019:
The Sorcerer’s House by Gene Wolfe
There’s some neat slipstream weirdness to this fantasy novel, and its epistolary format hints at interesting nuances of narrator reliability, but I just couldn’t get past the obnoxious treatment of all the female characters. Every woman in this story is either a perky flibbertigibbet, a nubile temptress, or an old hag, and nearly all of them want to sleep with the protagonist on sight. Several succeed at this aim, including a shapeshifting fox whose human form he praises as ‘a submissive oriental.’ Charming! Later on, two women are stripped and one of them raped in a two-page subplot that doesn’t connect to anything else in the book.
I can sometimes stomach archaic attitudes in older works of fiction, but this was written in 2010. There’s simply no excuse, and those issues overwhelm any positive qualities of the text. I’m sorry to have to pan a title that one of my Patreon donors recommended, and I wish I could have better enjoyed all the magical transformations, appearing and disappearing rooms, and hidden twins, but this is the worst sort of throwback. It hearkens to an era of the genre when only white men got to be portrayed as actual people rather than objects, and that’s all the more tiresome from a modern author who should know better.
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