It's Time To Accept The Fact That George R.R. Martin May Not Finish 'Game Of Thrones'
Give that damn ghost up.
Author’s Note: This post was originally published at my blog over at Forbes in February of 2018. I was reminded of it by Martin’s latest not-an-update at his blog, which I recently wrote about elsewhere.
In any case, in my 2018 piece (below) I lamented the lack of any real progress or news on Martin’s ‘Winds Of Winter’ and urged readers—and myself—to accept the fact that it may not ever be finished.
Now, three years later I thought it would be fun to republish it here in diabolical if only to illustrate my point. In the following paragraphs I talk about how I began reading this series at 19 or 20 and am now approaching 37. That was three years ago. Now I’m almost (gulp) 40 and still no ‘Winds Of Winter’. [insert shrug emoji]
Another big difference between now and February of 2018—other than the pandemic and who’s sitting in the Oval Office—is the fact that we still all held some hope that HBO’s ‘Game Of Thrones’ would somehow stick the ending.
That ill-placed hope was shattered when the final season flamed out so badly. I wasn’t as down on the final season as some at the time, but it has soured and curdled in my memory the more I think about it, to the point that the entire show has a bad scent about it now. I miss what it once was, and I very badly miss writing about it. Alas.
I wrote my final review of Game Of Thrones in May of 2019. Nearly two years later and still no ‘Winds Of Winter’ and virtually no news about the spinoff HBO shows either.
George R.R. Martin is about to release the latest book in his long-running fantasy A Song Of Ice And Fire. That would be great news if it happened to be book six of the main series, The Winds Of Winter. Alas, the book in question is volume one of Blood and Fire.
"Most of Fire and Blood consists of the 'sidebars' I originally wrote for The World of Ice & Fire," writes Martin on his blog. "Abridged versions of some of those pieces appeared as The Princess and the Queen, The Rogue Prince, and The Sons of the Dragon, but these are the full versions, together with some chapters that have never appeared anywhere."
When asked in the comments whether Fire and Blood would come out before Winds of Winter, Martin responded that volume one would be out first, followed by Winds, and then volume two of Blood and Fire. Previously, Martin had stated that he wasn't sure which would release first, writing “Whether Winds or the first volume of Fire and Blood will be the first to hit the bookstores is hard to say at this juncture, but I do think you will have a Westeros book from me in 2018 … and who knows, maybe two. A boy can dream."
I'm not sure a boy can, in fact, dream. Not after this many years of disappointment and delay.
I realize that this is one of my longest-running laments and that perhaps I've become something of a broken record on the topic, spinning the same gripe over and over again but I can't help it. I began reading Martin's Song of Ice and Fire when I was 19 years old. It's one of my favorite pieces of literature of all time. I spread the gospel of A Song Of Ice And Fire to everyone I knew.
Five books later, I'm approaching 37. Nearly half my life I've been reading these books, and for nearly seven years---the entire span of HBO's Game of Thrones TV adaptation---I've been waiting for The Winds Of Winter. I'm hardly alone in feeling frustrated by this, given how many other projects Martin takes on while dangling the promise of a satisfying conclusion to this story.
Martin has bristled in the past over this type of haranguing by fans over his glacial pace, flipping a famous bird at fans who worried he might die before finishing all seven books. But I have very little sympathy remaining. Yes, I know, they're Martin's books and he can do whatever he likes with them. He can stop writing them today and never look back. He can write them and never publish them out of spite. But it's important to remember that all his success and all his fame, the TV and video game deals, all of it is possible because of his passionate fans. And we've waited year after year after year for a new book. We've gotten married and divorced, changed careers, had kids and seen presidents come and go.
The really frustrating thing is that both books four and five, A Feast For Crows and A Dance With Dragons, were similarly spaced out. We had to wait years for each book, and then both books ended up far inferior to their predecessors in large part due to the utterly inexplicable decision to split the two books by character rather than out of narrative logic. So one book dealt with one set of characters while the other dealt with another set of characters all across the same time period. This was a terrible decision that made a mess of the chronology and sapped each tome of its tension.
Worse, Martin introduced a whole slew of new point-of-view characters, making the plot unnecessarily unwieldy. Rather than simply stick to the characters we'd been following for three long books already while slowly introducing new ones, Martin vastly expanded the scope of his stories and cast of characters. The books suffered equal measure. While the critics raved over A Dance With Dragons, I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Martin's editor.
But perhaps the worst thing about this whole mess is the way A Dance With Dragons ended. One cliffhanger after another piled up, with one unanswered question following the next. Was Jon Snow really dead we wondered? What would happen with the High Sparrow and Cersei? What's this game Varys is playing at? And what is Littlefinger planning with Sansa? Sorry kids, you'll have to wait for The Winds of Winter to find out---or, as the case may be, for HBO to give us the fan-fiction version.
Now, nearly seven years later, I think it's safe to worry over the likelihood of this series ever wrapping up. We'll get Season 8 of the HBO version so one way or another we'll get an ending, but after the lackluster writing in season 7 that's not such a hopeful prospect. Now, as the show slips into a mere shadow of what it once was, and as Martin continues to delay his next book, I think it's reasonable to begin burying our expectations.
Even if The Winds of Winter does come out in 2018 or 2019, how long will we have to wait until book seven? And even then, there's no guarantee that the seventh book would be the final book. ("I don't consider A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE a series either," writes Martin on his blog, it's one single story, being published in (we hope) seven volumes.") But in a best-case scenario where Winds comes out in late 2018 or early 2019, that still leaves us with...another seven or eight years before book seven releases. That's halfway through the next decade. How many more Game of Thrones spin-offs will HBO put out between now and then? Martin is no spring chicken at 69. It's reasonable to worry that he might not be able to finish at this rate and equally reasonable to suspect he doesn't much care.
For fans who have stuck with these books for decades, it's also reasonable to be angry about that, and to feel let down, because while Martin is the author of this tale, the fans are the ones who made it a huge success. I've said this before, but the reason we're upset is because we love these stories and we have become huge superfans of Martin as a writer and storyteller and he's become rich and famous. If fans weren't upset by this never-ending wait for book seven (after suffering through similar waits for books four and five) Martin would be in a much worse position. As it stands, it's love that drives our fury.
Recall the five stages of grief:Â denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. It's time to finally read the writing (or lack thereof) on the wall and accept that this series may never be finished. Abandon hope and anger and leave your expectations in the dirt. One of the fantasy genre's very best series may also become its most crushing disappointment.
If I'm wrong, I'll happily eat my words.
I hope you enjoyed this post. I may bring in some older posts like this from time to time to publish here on diabolical, or pieces I’m particularly proud of or have some newfound relevance. Thanks for reading!
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Erik. Congrats on the new platform! I wish you all the success. Great column. I remember reading it when you first wrote it. How much do you think doofus and dim cost HBO? At least a billion. No one rewatches the show. No one buys merchandise or the dvds. And I know they’ve made very recent mention of spin-off shows but nothing is even on the medium horizon.
Winter is coming! Psych! No it’s not.
Can’t he just turn it over to Brandon Sanderson already?