Unfortunately, my love for all the detail in this book is also paired by my real distaste for how women, especially native girls, are treated and described.
Word! I was all prepared to give grace for Greenstockings and Lady Silence’s intro because, like you said, it’s Franklin’s POV and Franklin is a puritanical, condescending old Brit with PTSD and period appropriate misogyny.
Then we get Crozier and the Sophia interlude and I was still willing to forgive it, thinking “Okay, he’s a bitter drunk and probably an unreliable narrator”
Then we get the horrendous Act 3 love story with Lady Silence, with lots of assurances of how young and pure (yet sexually dominant) and destined for Crozier she is, and it all reads like she’s God’s gift to Job after his trials.
Despite them destroying the creature design of the Tuunbaq (how do you omit the serpentine neck that was its defining feature?!) I will forever cherish the miniseries for aging up Silence and making the other female characters something more than sexualized set dressing.
Word! I was all prepared to give grace for Greenstockings and Lady Silence’s intro because, like you said, it’s Franklin’s POV and Franklin is a puritanical, condescending old Brit with PTSD and period appropriate misogyny.
Then we get Crozier and the Sophia interlude and I was still willing to forgive it, thinking “Okay, he’s a bitter drunk and probably an unreliable narrator”
Then we get the horrendous Act 3 love story with Lady Silence, with lots of assurances of how young and pure (yet sexually dominant) and destined for Crozier she is, and it all reads like she’s God’s gift to Job after his trials.
Despite them destroying the creature design of the Tuunbaq (how do you omit the serpentine neck that was its defining feature?!) I will forever cherish the miniseries for aging up Silence and making the other female characters something more than sexualized set dressing.