I thought I never see the day where pictures of charming and handsome people that I attach to my work would be in any way relevant.
Like sheep being led to the abattoir, I followed the crowd into buying a novel that many of you who are reading this might be familiar with: A Game of Thrones. I heard that the television series are popular, the books are well written and it features incestuous couples defenestrating the poor onlooker who saw them having a go at each other.
As much as I dearly wanted to know what the fuss was about pertaining to the Game of Thrones, I strongly suspect that persons like me are responsible for it adding on to the hype in the first place. Pointless digression aside, I would like to incur the wrath of many readers here by going into detail why I am thoroughly unimpressed with what little I read of the Game of Thrones, namely the prologue.
I might expect furious replies most likely those around the lines, "You can't judge the book from its cover (or in this case the prologue)". To that I would like to explain my tastes in reading. I have always thought that prologues are to introduce settings and characters through a narrative that takes place usually before the story properly begins. In fact, it can be said that the prologue is so important that if I don't understand the prologue, I would not be able to understand the chapters that proceed it.
The main argument of this article is to put forward that the Game of Thrones fails spectacularly, in the view of this reader, to come up with a proper prologue notwithstanding its reputation. So allow me to continue:
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The Game of Thrones takes place in a continent that looks a blown-up island of Great Britain (no pun intended). Hadrian's Wall, the wall that (roughly) separated England from Scotland came to mind when I saw the map showing the northern parts of the continent separated from the rest of civilization by a structure known as The Wall. I wonder how a Scot would feel though seeing the much of the land north of the Wall as uncharted territory (inhabited by
Wild Men Wildlings). The Wall for your information was where the prologue is set.
I will begin by quoting the story at length and elaborate how I felt reading the prologue:
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We should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. “The wildlings are dead.”
“Do the dead frighten you?” Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile.
Gared did not rise to the bait. He was an old man, past fifty, and he had seen the lordlings come and go. “Dead is dead,” he said. “We have no business with the dead.”
“Are they dead?” Royce asked softly. “What proof have we?”
“Will saw them,” Gared said. “If he says they are dead, that’s proof enough for me.”
While it is too early to judge whether this prologue would be informative or not, I had the eerie feeling that instead of it being a proper prologue which introduces the setting of the universe through a story, it is merely a prequel or an opening chapter. To make matters worse, already there are alien terms thrown into the story that are not introduced properly. They are namely, "Wildling" and "lordling".
The last time I checked a dictionary, a wildling is what people from bygone days call a
wild plant. One might think that Gared and Ser Waymar Royce were gardeners struggling against an infestation of killer weeds. I would like to ask why George Martin is reluctant to settle for Wild Men, Barbarians, Nomads, First Nations, Aborigines, Scotchman or some other English word that implies that Gared and company were dealing with people not accustomed to and alien to civilisation?
To give credit to Martin, I do have an idea what a lordling is.
They are the scions of some lord, or so I thought. (Then, I checked the dictionary and learnt that 'lordling' meant a minor lord not the offspring of a lord.) What disturbs me more about 'lordling' is the sentence that contains it, namely, "He (Gared) was an old man, past fifty, and he had seen the lordlings come and go."
I know some acquaintances who are of the opinion that this piques their interest. They would want to know what was Gared's line of work which saw lordlings 'come and go'. However, in my case, that sentence elicited feelings of confusion since I have no idea what is happening! Come to and go away from what exactly? Is he an excursion teacher of sorts leading lordlings into the wild to pluck wildlings? Surely he can't be a veteran of some patrol lead by inexperienced young nobles who get themselves turned into ice zombies by the end of the watch?
In a fantasy world where the rules are not congruous or at least similar to that of the real world, it is very necessary to explain terms and universe it is set in. While Martin has a repository of wonderful ideas swimming in his head and would have no problem understanding the paragraphs he wrote, surely he knows that this reader (and most readers for that matter) can't read his mind. Could he kindly explain what a Wildling is and what Gared is doing?
But wait, it even gets more confusing from here! Instead of defining the strange terms he comes up and give us the needed character introduction, another character pops out from nowhere!
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“Will saw them,” Gared said. “If he says they are dead, that’s proof enough for me.”
Will had known they would drag him into the quarrel sooner or later. He wished it had been later rather than sooner. “My mother told me that dead men sing no songs,” he put in.
"Will saw them", Gared said.
At that point of time, I thought that Will, whoever he is, was not likely part of Gared's and Ser Weymar Royce's company. Perhaps I would have an idea what he is at the very next line.
Will had known they would drag him into the quarrel sooner or later.
It turns out that was not the case. In fact, the introduction of Will felt jarring to me. Without any explanation of who he is, we are now seeing this story from his point of view. If I tried skimming through the first page, chances are I would miss Will completely.
The story continues from his point of view. It appears that finally we have some exposition to make sense of the story. I will enclose those bits in a spoiler...
Will could see the tightness around Gared’s mouth, the barely suppressed anger in his eyes under the thick black hood of his cloak. Gared had spent forty years in the Night’s Watch, man and boy, and he was not accustomed to being made light of. Yet it was more than that. Under the wounded pride, Will could sense something else in the older man. You could taste it; a nervous tension that came perilous close to fear.
Will shared his unease. He had been four years on the Wall. The first time he had been sent beyond, all the old stories had come rushing back, and his bowels had turned to water. He had laughed about it afterward. He was a veteran of a hundred rangings by now, and the endless dark wilderness that the southron called the haunted forest had no more terrors for him.
Until tonight. Something was different tonight. There was an edge to this darkness that made his hackles rise. Nine days they had been riding, north and northwest and then north again, farther and farther from the Wall, hard on the track of a band of wildling raiders. Each day had been worse than the day that had come before it. Today was the worst of all. A cold wind was blowing out of the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. All day, Will had felt as though something were watching him, something cold and implacable that loved him not. Gared had felt it too. Will wanted nothing so much as to ride hell-bent for the safety of the Wall, but that was not a feeling to share with your commander.
It seemed to explain matters. Yet, after reading that I had even more questions.
What is the Night's Watch? Does it have anything to with Crime Watch? Were they trying to watch out for people having a hanky panky at night in the woods? Were they an occult group on the search of the supernatural?
What is a ranging? I don't think ranging is a noun the last time I checked that word in a dictionary. Could you explain it Mr. Martin?
Why were they hunting down wildling raiders? Ah... Perhaps that is what the Night's Watch does, hunting down wildling raiders, whatever they are. However, I can't be too certain. Also, could you explain what a wildling is?
What is so safe about the Wall? In fact, other than a map, Martin hasn't given us a proper explanation of what the Wall is, its significance and so on.
For all the words put into explaining that something felt wrong, I still have no idea who they were, what they were and why they were doing what they do.
All I know is that they were part of the Night's Watch, an organisation that I have never heard of, that they do rangings, which I never heard of, that they come from the Wall, a place I never heard of, and that they hunt wildling raiders, an endeavour that makes no sense to me since I don't see that many wildling plants behaving aggressively. Surely, these have to be addressed first before continuing the story? Otherwise, why should I care about them feeling uneasy?
Page 2, Introduction of Ser Weymar Royce:
Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife. Mounted on his huge black destrier, the knight towered above Will and Gared on their smaller garrons. He wore black leather boots, black woolen pants, black moleskin gloves, and a fine supple coat of gleaming black ringmail over layers of black wool and boiled leather. Ser Waymar had been a Sworn Brother of the Night’s Watch for less than half a year, but no one could say he had not prepared for his vocation. At least insofar as his wardrobe was concerned.
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin. “Bet he killed them all himself, he did,” Gared told the barracks over wine, “twisted their little heads off, our mighty warrior.” They had all shared the laugh.
It is hard to take orders from a man you laughed.
This appears to be yet another proper introduction. However, this reader being pedantic and picky does not equate physical descriptions of him in oxymoronic 'gleaming black (?)' chain mail or that he is as concerned about his appearance as a teenage female brat hours before prom night with a proper character introduction.
This is because who he is and what he does is not made clear enough with 'the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs' and 'a Sworn Brother of the Night's Watch' being the only proper exposition about him.
Even then, from which 'ancient house' (or more importantly what is the significance of that house) is he descended from and why is he doing menial tasks that ought to be left to veterans like Gared? I understand that Ser Weymar Royce might be a minor character who turns into the Game of Thrones equivalent of the undead and not worthy of further exposition but at least telling which country he belongs to and explaining the nature of his job establishes the setting of the universe which he inhabits!
Even then, Ser Weyar Royce is not only part of the Night's Watch of which I never heard of, but he is also a Sworn Brother as well. I feel as if I should say, "Good for him!" but I am restrained by the lack of knowledge of the significance of a Sworn Brother of the Night's Watch of which I never heard of. After all, the term "Brother" has very unpleasant connotations ranging from the criminal to the homosexual. From Martin's rather detailed explanation of his physique and his wardrobe, I can't help but to detect homosexual overtones and the term "Sworn Brother" does little to ameliorate those niggling thoughts.
Here's hoping that Will's introduction would make more sense!
Page 2. Will's introduction
Will had been a hunter before he joined the Night’s Watch. Well, a poacher in truth. Mallister freeriders had caught him red-handed in the Mallisters’ own woods, skinning one of the Mallisters’ own bucks, and it had been a choice of putting on the black or losing a hand. No one could move through the woods as silent as Will, and it had not taken the black brothers long to discover his talent.
Can I list down the terms I don't understand and complain about it?
Mallister freeriders? : Makes about as much sense and sounds like "My Sister is a freeloader." Why the insistence on introducing someone I don't know by using yet more terms I don't know? Who on earth is Mallister?! What on earth is a freerider?! I understand that promiscuity is one of the dark topics covered in the Game of Thrones (allegedly) but I hope a freerider is not someone who rides for free and I really hope that Mallister isn't the name of a brothel or a company of pimps!
Black Brothers: First we have the Sworn Brothers, now we have the Black Brothers. Do Negros exist in this world of George Martin's? Would we be treated to the dynamics of racialism in the Game of Thrones universe a hundred thousand pages after this? Should Martin add one more clause explaining what the Black Brothers were these thoughts would not be distracting me to the extent that I resisted reading his novel after the chapter on Bran that follows the prologue!
Already, I hear the chorus of execration. How dare I say such a horrible thing about a popular novel that has been adapted into a successful television series that was so obviously based on the War of the Roses with zombies, incest and an iron throne that looks like my face? How dare I stir up trouble by pointing out that the prologue fails in its purpose to make sense of the setting of the story with its penchant for confusing this reader with unelaborated outlandish terms? How dare I display such insensitivity to the feelings of those who already understood the nomenclature of Martin's universe which are also alien, misleading and confusing to the fresh reader? To that I say, I have more issues with the prologue of that story!
Putting aside my distaste for how little things are explained and how inadequate I felt the introduction of the characters of the story were, perhaps the prose of this story might (not) help me to make sense of it. This brings us to this part of the story which follows the introduction of Will:
Will had been a hunter before he joined the Night’s Watch. Well, a poacher in truth. Mallister freeriders had caught him red-handed in the Mallisters’ own woods, skinning one of the Mallisters’ own bucks, and it had been a choice of putting on the black or losing a hand. No one could move through the woods as silent as Will, and it had not taken the black brothers long to discover his talent.
“The camp is two miles farther on, over that ridge, hard beside a stream,” Will said. “I got close as I dared. There’s eight of them, men and women both. No children I could see. They put up a lean-to against the rock. The snow’s pretty well covered it now, but I could still make it out. No fire burning, but the firepit was still plain as day. No one moving. I watched a long time. No living man ever lay so still.”
“Did you see any blood?”
With respect to the words that are not struck off and are bolded, I have this to say:
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WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?! [/h]
I realised that in order to make sense of how the camp was relevant in the grand scheme of things, I had flip back to one or two pages or go back one or two paragraph. I reminded myself that our soon-to-be dead heroes were hot on the heels of a few wildings, which I don't know about, when Will found a few of them dead instead of being turned into ice zombies. There was a lot of (needed) digression to introduce the characters (unsatisfactorily I might add).
Then, I returned to the previous paragraphs that preceded it and found Ser Waymar Royce saying, "Tell me again what you saw, Will. All the details. Leave nothing out." Followed by an introduction of Will so awkwardly placed that I forgot what Will is responding to. That aside, it seemed that Will was responding to Ser Waymar Royce.
(I have to add that the act of reading this book where I can only make sense of what was happening but constantly referring to the previous pages was rather frustrating. Do spare a thought for imbeciles with poor memories such as myself, Mr. Martin.)
Now I return to that eyesore of a response that led to my outburst in big, bolded and red font,
“The camp is two miles farther on, over that ridge, hard beside a stream,”
How was that a proper response to Royce's question about what he saw? It seemed to be as if Will was giving directions which Royce did not ask for.
I also thought to myself what camp it was? Did it belong to the wildlings that I don't know about? Was it the camps belonging to that of the Night's Watch which I don't know about? The answer appeared to be of the former but I found that writing style of Martin's very confusing.
Another example of that was Martin's technique of explaining matters using dialogue like the following lines:
“Did you see any weapons?”
“Some swords, a few bows. One man had an axe. Heavy-looking, double-bladed, a cruel piece of iron. It was on the ground beside him, right by his hand.”
“Did you make note of the position of the bodies?”
Will shrugged. “A couple are sitting up against the rock. Most of them on the ground. Fallen, like.”
“Or sleeping,” Royce suggested.
I personally would have preferred a few sentences in between lines of dialogue that explained what the conversation was about. The interrogation of Will saw went from the discovery of the camp, weapons and the position of the bodies, all of which I thought were a bit challenging to associate with each other. Were they at the same place? Are they strewn all over the place.
I could have placed one or two sentences in between dialogue to explain things if I were Martin. For example:
“Did you see any weapons?”, Ser Waymar asked for he had a fetish for weapons wielded by the wildling plants.
“Some swords, a few bows. One man had an axe. Heavy-looking, double-bladed, a cruel piece of iron. It was on the ground beside him, right by his hand.”, Will replied.
Ser Waymar's necrophiliac urges begun to kick in and he asked that very strange question, "Did you make note of the position of the bodies?"
Furthermore, it is difficult to read dialogue. The characters know they are talking about and would leave out details which they already know but not known to the reader. Expecting this reader to figure out everything based on dialogue with their fragmented sentences and lack of context is too much for him.
The best example of such dialogue is the very first line of this story,
“We should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. “The wildlings are dead.”
Head back to where? Who are the wildlings? Where are they? These are the things that ought to be explained either awkwardly by the characters themselves or in third person. Leaving the dialogue as it is makes for confusion for this reader.
I prefer dialogues that are effectively monologues that provide exposition without any interruption. This means I am more comfortable reading Will's descriptions of the camp without Ser Waymar's introductions.
In addition to mistaking opening chapters for prologues, another problem I had with this author, and I suspect many other contemporary authors as well, is their reluctance to spell out what is happening in the story. Instead they leave the task of explanation to very confusing lines of dialogue.
Instead of generally describing that the bodies in the wildling camp have disappeared and Ser Weymar Royce would like them tracked down believing them to be still alive, I was treated to lines of dialogue between Ser Weymar and Will. I believed that I missed out quite a lot of information not only for the reasons that the characters know what they were talking about but due to the fact that it is harder to get information from dialogue rather than a proper paragraph.
I can't help but to feel that the important points that mattered to me like what that drives the plot are told in dialogue. The discovery of dead wildlings, musing about the possibility of how they died, heading for they were encamped and searching for their missing animated corpses among them.
What is not told in dialogue but in third person are long descriptions of the scenery and what people might call immersing the reader into the universe. Here is a very long example where Will discovers that the bodies are missing:
Pg 5 There are no bodies:
Will threaded their way through a thicket, then started up the slope to the low ridge where he had found his vantage point under a sentinel tree. Under the thin crust of snow, the ground was damp and muddy, slick footing, with rocks and hidden roots to trip you up. Will made no sound as he climbed. Behind him, he heard the soft metallic slither of the lordling’s ringmail, the rustle of leaves, and muttered curses as reaching branches grabbed at his longsword and tugged on his splendid sable cloak.
The great sentinel was right there at the top of the ridge, where Will had known it would be, its lowest branches a bare foot off the ground. Will slid in underneath, flat on his belly in the snow and the mud, and looked down on the empty clearing below.
His heart stopped in his chest. For a moment he dared not breathe. Moonlight shone down on the clearing, the ashes of the fire pit, the snow-covered lean-to, the great rock, the little half-frozen stream. Everything was just as it had been a few hours ago. They were gone. All the bodies were gone.
It doesn't immerse this particular reader though. If I can't understand what is going on, it is not possible for me to be indulge in George Martin's
fantasies fantasy world. All of these descriptions are better off being replaced by exposition of what important terms like the Night's Watch and the Wall are.
Now, let me whine about part about the prologue which I am beginning to develop a huge loathing for. It is the climax of the story and the inconclusive conclusion. Sure enough, it was a combination of the two things I disliked about Martin's prose, the refusal to explain terms exclusive to his world and the reluctance of getting straight to the point:
Down below, the lordling called out suddenly, “Who goes there?” Will heard uncertainty in the challenge. He stopped climbing; he listened; he watched.
The woods gave answer: the rustle of leaves, the icy rush of the stream, a distant hoot of a snow owl.
The Others made no sound.
Will saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the wood. He turned his head, glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness. Then it was gone. Branches stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another with wooden fingers. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it had only been a bird, a reflection on the snow, some trick of the moonlight. What had he seen, after all?
Yes indeed! What did Will see and what on earth did I read?
The Others were thrown out of nowhere like Aemon, like Mormont, like the camps, like the wildlings, like Mallister Freeriders, like the Black Brothers, like the Sworn Brother of the Night's Watch, like the Wall and
The Others the others that I missed out.
I also missed the descriptions of The Others because it did not explain on the spot what they were after Will first laid eyes on them. Here is the evidence, not crossed but bolded:
The Others made no sound.
Will saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the wood. He turned his head, glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness. Then it was gone. Branches stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another with wooden fingers. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it had only been a bird, a reflection on the snow, some trick of the moonlight. What had he seen, after all?
“Will, where are you?” Ser Waymar called up. “Can you see anything?” He was turning in a slow circle, suddenly wary, his sword in hand. He must have felt them, as Will felt them. There was nothing to see. “Answer me! Why is it so cold?”
It was cold. Shivering, Will clung more tightly to his perch. His face pressed hard against the trunk of the sentinel. He could feel the sweet, sticky sap on his cheek.
A shadow emerged from the dark of the wood. It stood in front of Royce. Tall, it was, and gaunt and hard as old bones, with flesh pale as milk. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow, there black as shadow, everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees. The patterns ran like moonlight on water with every step it took.
One big and fat paragraph stood in between the introduction of that ice zombie (I am going to use that to describe The Other. It is easier to understand that way.) and the description of that ice zombie when it ought to be done immediately after the line, "The Others made no sound."
Also, it is not made clear whether the wildlings Ser Raymar Royce and Will were looking for were turned into ice zombies.
They emerged silently from the shadows, twins to the first. Three of them... four... five... Ser Waymar may have felt the cold that came with them, but he never saw them, never heard them. Will had to call out. It was his duty. And his death, if he did. He shivered, and hugged the tree, and kept the silence.
Yet again, the ice zombies may not be the wildlings they were looking for, seeing that there are 6 of them, including the one Ser Waymar Royce is confronting. (There were 8 wildlings, 2 of them children) Maybe to keep other readers in suspense and keep this reader in confusion, Martin does not tell what happened to the bodies or say outright that Will is fibbing about seeing bodies of dead wildlings.
The prologue ends off with Ser Waymar Royce turned into an ice zombie and even that was not made clear. I would like a sentence around those lines, "Ser Waymar Royce has been turned into The Others." More descriptions were introduced instead that one can so easily misinterpret:
Royce’s body lay face down in the snow, one arm outflung. The thick sable cloak had been slashed in a dozen places. Lying dead like that, you saw how young he was. A boy.
He found what was left of the sword a few feet away, the end splintered and twisted like a tree struck by lightning. Will knelt, looked around warily, and snatched it up. The broken sword would be his proof. Gared would know what to make of it, and if not him, then surely that old bear Mormont or Maester Aemon.
Would Gared still be waiting with the horses? He had to hurry.
Will rose. Ser Waymar Royce stood over him.
His fine clothes were a tatter, his face a ruin. A shard from his sword transfixed the blind white pupil of his left eye.
The right eye was open. The pupil burned blue. It saw.
The broken sword fell from nerveless fingers. Will closed his eyes to pray. Long, elegant hands brushed his cheek, then tightened around his throat. They were gloved in the finest moleskin and sticky with blood, yet the touch was icy cold.
Putting aside this nitpick of these sentences, "Lying dead like that, you saw how young he (Ser Waymar) was. A boy. He found what was left of the sword a few feet away, the end splintered and twisted like a tree struck by lightning." where it could be misinterpreted that it was the dead Ser Waymar who found the sword, I thought Ser Waymar Royce survived and wanted to kiss Will.
The prologue ended rather inconclusively. We didn't know for sure that Will turned into an ice zombie and the prologue gave up describing what happened to Gared, leaving that for the next chapter.
These are my impressions of the prologue when I first laid my eyes on it. I then read through the first chapter titled "Bran" in order to make sense of the story so far and I ended even more confused than ever for the similar reasons I have stated in the many paragraphs above this one.
If anyone wishes to know how I understood the plot despite the awful prose of this story, he might be (un)happy to know that most of my knowledge of A Game of Thrones came from very well written summaries that ought to replace the original text.
The book begins as three men of the Night’s Watch, Waymar, Will, and Gared, search for a small group of wildlings, uncivilized people who live north of the giant wall that protects the Seven Kingdoms. Scouting ahead, Will finds the wildlings dead. He returns to Waymar and Gared with the news and tells them the wildlings appear to have frozen to death. The recent weather, however, has not been nearly cold enough to kill a person. Will and Gared sense that something is wrong, and Gared suggests they build a fire. Waymar arrogantly demands that they press on. The three head to the location where Will found the bodies, but they are gone. A group of ghostly white figures, known as the Others, surround Waymar. He duels with one of the figures while Will silently watches from a tree. Waymar is killed, but when Will climbs down, Waymar’s reanimated body rises up and strangles him.
Source: http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/a-game-of-thrones/section1.rhtml
So all that said and done, let me summarise my criticism of the prologue of A Game of Thrones.
This prologue really isn't a prologue at all. Prologues are meant for to enlighten not to confuse. Prologues are expository not embellishments or gimmicks to 'immerse readers' with descriptions of the scenery or a character's wardrobe. So many terms and so many names were unexplained in the story set in a universe different from ours. I don't even know where for sure where the story takes place other than 'a nine day ride from the Wall, which I don't know what it is'. It is more of an opening chapter rather than a prologue.
It is also a prologue that is pointless I thought after reading that Gared had been beheaded for leaving Will and Ser Waymar Royce to the ice zombies and learning that most of the story is about Westerosian (the world that is place is set in) political intrigue. Even a possible invasion of Westeros of these ice zombies would at best serve as a distraction to the main plot. Someone told me that they managed to understand the story even without reading that so-called prologue. You may as well begin by reading the first chapter.
Above all, I believe my criticism of the Game of Thrones prologue centres on my dislike of George Martin's style of writing which seems to me to treat explanation and exposition as secondary in story telling. I am of the belief that he thinks that it would be too banal and awkward to say things in a straightforward manner.
It puzzles me why third person exposition is avoided like the plague in stories that I read these days. Story telling by its nature ought to be expository in nature. Far from ruining the pace of the story, it is really an exposition of a fantasy world which I am unfamiliar with that enthralls me and motivates me to continue. Letting the task of exposition take a backseat confuses me because I don't know what is happening. If I don't know what is happening why should I care and why should I continue on with the story?