The Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula le Guin
Warning.This is going to be a very unhelpful review. I didn’t not enjoy it (told you!) but I also didn’t especially enjoy it (see?!).
She makes a huge fuss in the introduction about how important it is that her characters are not white washed, but, other than occasionally saying that her skin is light gold or his skin is red brown, it seemed to have no bearing whatsoever on anything. As far as I can tell, le Guin was white herself, so it just felt a bit tokenistic (is that even a word?). I just felt that if it was such a big deal to her, then it should have mattered more.
As for the story, as I said previously, the central character is very one dimensional for much of it, although he does develop later. The problem is that he spends a lot of time as a loner being one dimensional so there are few characters to bounce off him, and few opportunities for much dialogue. And then the style is quite dispassionate and observational, so I found it very difficult to warm to him, especially when he’s being an absolute fucking idiot.
Le Guin drew a massive map before writing, to shape the world of Earthsea and there’s an awful lot of, “Branflake, the wind weathered isle lies west of Cornflake with its golden turrets and north of Cocopop, with its dreaded currents” which was all fair enough but pretty meaningless and silly for readers, though I’m sure it was fun to write.
I guessed the twist pretty much immediately too, so was just waiting for him to hurry the fuck up and do it.
It’s not a terrible book at all, but it’s certainly not Tolkien or even Harry Potter.
Told you it was going to be a useless review!