I mean completely finished him: Lord of the Rings, Hobbit, Silmarillion,
all done and dusted, multiple times even. And the man was dead. There were no more books coming. Imagine my despair. Then my
cousin put me on to Terry Brooks’
Shannara series. “Aha,” I thought to myself, “perhaps there is a
solution.” So I read Sword.
I may never recover. In those early years
of his career, Brooks was nothing like Stephen R. Donaldson, who cobbled
together Tolkienesque tropes with originality and genius. No, Brooks was a
straight-up knock-off J.R.R. wannabe hack. He may have improved since, but I never went back. I have had bigger
disappointments, but none at such a tender age.
I feel like that about the Apocrypha.