There are times when I mightily rue the sad fact that I am, by nature, a completist. Because this means I stick with book, movie and tv franchises long after these series have worn out their welcome - if you win my heart at all, you win it for good, apparently. That's great if the series remains consistently good, intelligent and surprising - not so great if it lapses into predictability, laziness and mediocrity.
The sad truth of the matter is that David and Leigh Eddings had been stretching my patience for a while. I thoroughly enjoyed the five-book series that kicked off this entire franchise, The Belgariad. The characters brought to life in that initial set of novels were bright, sparky creations with whom I was delighted to spend any amount of time - particularly the near-mythic figures of the hallowed Immortal Man, Belgarath, and his enchanting sorceress daughter Polgara. However, by the time I got around to reading the Eddings' attempt to retcon the Belgariad with the follow-up series, The Mallorean, I was already chafing a little bit from impatience with the repetitiveness of the narrative - actually a plot point in and of itself, if you can believe that! But the expansion and deepening of the various realms as well as the fantastically spiky, fun characters who continued to populate the Eddings' universe made the growing tedium of its cyclical, woefully deterministic view of history and magic easier to bear.
Belgarath (the book), I'm afraid, has all of the weaknesses of both series drawn out over an almost interminable 700-plus pages. It's told from the first-person perspective of the mighty Belgarath, which is a tricky enterprise in and of itself. Previously a supporting character in the unfolding story of Garion, the boy hero who would be king, Belgarath now takes centre stage. This means that there is less of an opportunity for the snarky wit and frequent comedic value that were hallmarks of Belgarath's presence in the main series to shine through. Instead, he must keep to a plodding narrative account of his very, very long life (seven thousand years and counting!)... Which, as the reader will discover, does not make for very lively reading.
Much of this novel consists of Belgarath wandering through the centuries, setting up his back story as he prepares for and participates in the numerous Events (please note the capital E) that repetitively bring the history of his universe to a head in The Belgariad. Sadly, no man's life is exciting every minute of every day, not even an immortal philosopher-sorcerer who can turn into a wolf - so the book veers haphazardly between taking shortcuts (shedding entire centuries in which Belgarath offhandedly says that 'nothing much happened') and dwelling at painful length on the minutiae of Belgarath's encounters with all the people whose lives he's had to manipulate in order to get things going the way history is supposed to go.
In fact, the book makes extremely, painfully clear the problems inherent in the Eddings' conception of this fictional universe. Nothing, it seems, happens by chance or through free will - everything must happen as per the plan of the Necessity, one of two duelling consciousnesses fighting for control of the path the universe will take hereafter. The cyclical, tightly predetermined nature of this universe was beginning to annoy me in The Mallorean, but told here from the first-person perspective, it gets even more frustrating. It can't help but feel like lazy writing when Belgarath continually says that he (and every single character in the series, really, including all the gods) suddenly knows what he has to do and where he has to go because the Necessity has deemed it the right time for him to have this knowledge.
Would I recommend this book? Well, not wholeheartedly, and not necessarily even to a completist like myself. There are definitely some elements that are worth the read - most notably, I felt the book more recognisably demonstrated the same spark of life and vigour to which I'd responded so strongly in The Belgariad when Polgara first came on the scene. The relationship between this endlessly snarky father and daughter is my favourite in the entire series, so getting to see this play out from the very beginning was a treat. The firsthand account of some of the larger Events hinted at throughout The Belgariad and The Mallorean was also quite fun, as was getting to know the beginnings of Belgarath's brother sorcerers Beldin, Belkira and Beltira. Unfortunately, I'm not entirely sure the absolutely tedious mass of detail and narrative that is packed around these better aspects of the book are worth the slog-through. I can't imagine it's a book that reads very smoothly for people new to Belgarath's universe either - it relies on a shorthand that I think would be pretty impenetrable for people who've never read The Belgariad or The Mallorean.
I'm almost afraid to pick up the next companion book, Polgara, for fear that it will frustrate me even more when it comes to a character I love even above Belgarath. But let's be real - I'm an insane completist and I'm deeply interested to see how the Eddings will describe Polgara's perpetually "flinty" gaze when SHE becomes the protagonist of the story...