
Where novels are concerned, tastes and preferences are always changing. I did not realize how true this was until I attempted to read ‘Prince of Fools’ and ‘Red Sister’ by Mark Lawrence.
I loved ‘The Broken Empire’ series. The books were grimdark. Jorg was a teenager with psychopathic tendencies. And yet he was the protagonist the novels expected you to root for because Mark Lawrence had constructed a dark and demented world filled with far worse antagonists.
‘Prince of Thorns’ was fast-paced and exciting. ‘King of Thorns’ expanded the setting. It introduced the hidden players pulling the strings behind the scenes, expounding on the magic system, and providing insight into the events that destroyed 21st Century civilization.
‘Emperor of Thorns’ finally brought the entire saga to a head by throwing Jorg into an impossible conflict with the undead. The series was brutal and everyone was highly unlikable. Yet I couldn’t get enough of the trilogy because the individual stories were so clever, unpredictable, and fun.
So, what happened? I don’t know. I was so excited to read ‘The Red Queen’s War’ series because it was set in the same universe as the Broken Empire.
This time, Prince Jalan took center stage. The spoiled, cowardly son of a merciless monarch, Jalan was supposed to spend ‘Prince of Fools’, his first adventure, traveling the land, finding his courage, and ultimately facing a mysterious foe known only as the Silent sister.
The novel had everything I could possibly want in a Mark Lawrence story. But it couldn’t hold my interest.
So, I abandoned ‘Prince of Fools’ for ‘Red Sister’, the first novel in the ‘Book of the Ancestors’ series. It wasn’t that difficult to understand the hype surrounding ‘Red Sister’.
The story was concerned with the exploits of Nona Grey, a fiery girl that had to find her bearings in a convent designed to turn girls like her into assassins.
I couldn’t have asked for a better plot. I’ve yet to encounter killer nuns in fantasy fiction. Nona was great as far as protagonists go: feisty, murderous, and sad.
But again, the novel completely failed to hold my interest, and I couldn’t figure out why, not at first.
But now I think I get it. The Broken Empire gave me such a concentrated dose of Mark Lawrence’s style that I feel like I know what to expect from him, and that makes the rest of his work less enticing.
Does that make sense? Look at it this way. Imagine drinking so many bottles of coca-cola that you lose the taste for it. The drink isn’t necessarily bad. You just don’t care for it, not anymore because you know what to expect. The fizzy sensation at the back of your throat doesn’t induce the same pleasurable sensation you remember.
‘Prince of Fools’ is well-written. But I read roughly a third of the novel before I realized that the world Prince Jalan inhabited had nothing new to offer me. Jalan’s cowardly ways became tiresome after a while and I didn’t care enough about the looming threat of the dead king to anticipate his eventual conflict with Jalan because we already know what happens to him in ‘Empire of Thorns’.
‘Red Sister’ felt almost fresh because it was essentially Harry Potter but with assassin nuns at a convent rather than wizards at a school. The notion of exploring every stage of young Nona’s training was honestly intriguing. And once the classes began in earnest, my curiosity was piqued.
I enjoyed watching Nona as she bumbled her way through her new social landscape. But Lawrence’s overall style, the dank atmosphere of the world he had constructed, the tragedy of his characters, none of it could keep me engaged.
I won’t say that I’ve outgrown the author’s style. It would be more accurate to say that I’ve experienced Lawrence’s greatness and I have had my fill. That isn’t a bad thing.










