Here I am writing a review after only one hundred and seven pages.
It's not my policy, but I have enough to say that I think this
early review is valid.
The entire first section of Knights of the Black and White, called
Beginnings by Jack Whyte, is the biggest, clunkiest most useless
piece of exposition I have ever read. It is a classic example of an
author's cerebral, pre-writing work spilling over into their novel
without any thought for pacing, necessity or readability. Indeed,
it took only three pages of Awakenings, the second part of the
novel, to see that this is where the novel truly begins. This is
another fine example of what Shane Joseph recently described as
"only us Plebs needing a copy editor." Someone should have told Mr.
Whyte to reel it in and cut Beginnings; sadly, no one did.
But this isn't the only issue I have with Knights of the Black and
White. Does the following passage ring any bells for anyone who has
read a Whyte book in the past: "Godfrey's face twisted in a
frustrated grimace. 'I know what I want to ask you, but I don't
know how to put into words properly. Let me think about it for a
moment.'
'Think as long as you wish. I'll wait,' Hugh lay back and closed
his eyes again.'"
Substitute Arthur Pendragon for Godfrey and Caius Merlyn
Britannicus for Hugh and you've got every discussion Whyte's
characters ever had in the Dream of Eagles series, and its
subsequent books. Does anyone actually ruminate in such a way when
they talk to a close friend? Maybe there are a few who do this, but
they must be in a very small minority. Regardless, the similarity
is instantly off-putting, and it makes me want to put down the
Knights of the Black and White so I can avoid wasting my time. But,
of course, I won't.
I am doomed to read the whole book. I only hope my tentative rating
of two stars can be overcome by something truly inspired, but I
don't think I'll submerge myself in the tub in anticipation.