Jirel of Joiry

A bit conflicted about this book.

While the writing is lush and beautifully scripted, the main character reads like the same personality trait over and over again. She's steel. She's a redhead. She's a sword prone to shouting and violence. Every other eye she meets is a clashing of blades.

Although I sometimes enjoyed reading this (from what I gathered) edifying character of Moore's prowess for writing, it was more due to the quality and awe of the narrative and worldbuilding than the characters.

Moore skirts the thin lines between scince-fiction and fantasy constantly and seamlessly, but spends little time fleshing out the realness of her characters.

Reading this, I wonder if Moore rose to prominence at a time women in SFF were few because she writes female characters like a man abidding to the female character conventions of the time. Joiry's descriptions, and the way she spends her adventures getting coveted and/or assaulted by men, certainly fit the stereotype.