The point of view is most decidedly masculine. Eddings is an uncle, with all his avuncular foibles, occasionally taking a brief peek through a keyhole, or a sly smile at a young woman. I have read two of Eddings's epic cycles, and in both he describes romance refreshngly more like a 19th century novelist than like an Arthurian legend. He likes small, cute women, who are determined and powerful in their own way, though in the Belgariad, a central figure is the sorceress Polgara, who is portrayed as statuesque, and almost stiflingly competent, but who manages to earn our affection nevertheless. Still, the stereotypes that Eddings evokes, though he stretches these molds relentlessly, are still those of a masculine viewpoint. Having read books by male authors for a lifetime, I'm not frustrated; you have to take them as they come.
Trying to find some images to accompany this post, I searched under Belgariad on the Internet, and I was surprised to see how enthusiastic Belgariad fans were for a movie! Just for fun, some of them have begun to illustrate their perceptions of the various characters on DeviantArt, and others have actually gone as far as casting the movie.
Ian McKellen had been selected for the central role of Belgarath the Ancient. But the author represents him as someone considerably rougher, coarser, probably deliberately intending to make a contrast with the Gandalfs, Obi-Wans and Dumbledores of contemporary epic movies. Similarly, the role of Barak, the northern warrior who occasionally turns into a bear, was given to a sort of hunky young man who is all wrong. Somebody on the lines of Bryn Terfel would be more appropriate, though it isn't a singing role! The characters are numerous, and delicious; that alone ensures that the pentalogy has the ability to hold a reader. Not a page goes by but I think to myself: I would have written this passage differently. But, likewise, very often I have to stop and marvel at how well he has pulled of a passage. He writes as if he were Belgarath the Ancient; something that does not make a whole lot of sense. I have an idea about what it feels to be so very old, and at least of moderate intelligence. And Belgarath does not behave or speak or think like a seven thousand year old person, though every once in a while he does protest that, look, he's old, and certain things don't surprise him anymore. Nothing could surprise a 7000 year old man, and a 6980 year old woman (or whatever).
For those who have not read the books, please do. No fantasy cycle deserves to be read more. I haven't read Game of Thrones, and I have a queasy feeling that I could not enjoy it if I did. But the Belgariad is a whole lot of innocent fun. For those who have read the books, even one of them, searching on the Internet for images related to the story is very entertaining.
P.S. For any readers from the British Isles, my sympathies are with you. It is a sorry thing to have happened, that pettiness has triumphed over reason. But things will invariably settle down, though it is difficult to tell what action the private citizen can take to help things along at this time. At least, to know that we across the ocean are sending good thoughts your way may help give you a little hope.
Kay
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