Robert Jordan’s A Memory of Light, completed by Brandon Sanderson, completes the Wheel of Time after fourteen books. I enjoyed several sentimental reactions during the reading. With that said, I felt more relieved to be done with it than left with any real sense of enjoyment or satisfaction. The book opens with action and doesn’t really relent until another 900 pages have passed. Compared to the last dozen books in the series, the pace is frenzied. Hundreds of pages of battle resolve a lot of story lines (and characters), but it gets a bit tedious after a point.
Sanderson did a good job of trying to dig out of the mountain of plot threads he’d been left with. He stuck with Jordan’s inexplicable and arbitrary restrictions on the world he’d built. I admire that he’s been able to conclude and bring closure to a world that Jordan clearly could not. Had Jordan lived another few decades, I have no doubt the series would have two dozens books with the most recent installment covering just thirteen minutes of elapsed time, and we still wouldn’t be at the last battle.
Anybody that’s put in the time in to read the previous 10678 pages is not going to hesitate to read the final 912, no matter how tedious. To Sanderson’s credit, there is an occasional plot twist or dead character to keep the reader awake. At the same time, there are so many omens, so much foreshadowing, and so many plot threads to resolve that there really aren’t many things that can play out to anything but mechanical predictability. I found myself just wondering which of the things were going to happen next, not what next. Oh, and Rand’s whining is kept to a minimum. So that’s good.
In the end, I guess it’s a well-executed ending to a poorly-written series. Good riddance, Wheel of Time. I won’t miss you.