So the guy who says ‘fantasy is written in the language of dreams’ goes and makes the most drab and dreary fantasy setting out there?
Has this guy never been to Niagra Falls? Has he never looked through a fucking telescope, or at footage of the ocean floor, or even HEARD of the Nile or Amazon rivers? Has he never seen a picture of Ayers Rock, a bamboo forest or Naica Mine? Has he never, ever, in his entire life picked up a copy of National Geographic, or watched the Discovery Channel, or even browsed youtube briefly?
And this is only sticking to the geographic. Has he never studied Buddhism, never heard of people of Mongolia or Egypt, Greece, Rome or Persia? The ironworkers and teamsters responsible for building the world we know today? Has he not heard of psychology, sociology, physics or biology? Anatomy, art, music and film? Human fucking FLIGHT is lame to this man when it is achieved by hard work and the ingenuity of thousands, as opposed to someone writing about wax wings. We don’t read fantasy to find colour again, we read it to find new colours. To find novelty and creativity different from the novelty and creativity and beauty that surrounds us every day. Is George Martin so unimaginative he has to denigrate reality in order to wank his own chosen profession and pat himself on the back in the most banal and self-congratulatory way imaginable? And are you really going to fall for it?