I hear frequent bitching about Tolkein’s complexity or over-attention to detail, then I revisit something like The Stormlight Archive and wonder how millions of people are actually out there drooling over Brandon Sanderson’s work, which (at least in that series) feels like the creative and visual equivalent of a mostly empty dust pan lying about in a vacant dirt lot somewhere on an undeveloped piece of land in the middle of Idaho, with a single tiny glass bead illuminated inside of it. It’s so fucking bland that getting through those books felt like I was waiting at the DMV with several strangers I didn’t like or care about.