Book Review: “Outlander” by Diana Gabaldon

ImageTitle: Outlander
Author: Diana Gabaldon
Genre: Romance, Historical Fiction, Fantasy
Series: Yes (Book 1 of 7)
Rating: 4 out of 5
My Copy: Purchased

The first thing you encounter when you pick up a copy of Outlander is probably surprise, and maybe a bit of intimidation; the novel is a veritable tome, weighing in at well over 800 pages. Oftentimes, this is enough to scare away the more casual reader, but for me, it was more the book’s reputation and popularity that gave pause.

Throughout my bookish life, I’ve been told I ought to read Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander. It is the single, most oft-recommended book that I’ve ever had suggested to me, and so not inclined to follow the crowd, I resisted. News of an impending mini-series wrought by Ron Moore of Battlestar Galactica fame helped entice me to overcome this initial reluctance, as did the full knowledge of the book’s premise: Jacobite Scotland, espionage, intrigue, highland adventures, and time travel. What’s not to love? As I’ve been on a time travel kick lately, what list of epoch-defying novels is complete without Outlander?

Here ye be warned–spoilers abound in this lengthy review for a lengthy novel.

Following World War II, Claire Randall and her husband, Frank, embark upon a second honeymoon to Scotland in an attempt to rekindle their war-dwindled romance. Venturing into the countryside, they come across a circle of standing stones, and as Claire is sucked back in time, we are likewise taken along with her.

The conveyance which transported Claire back two hundred years is simultaneously brilliant and eyebrow-raising. A megalithic circle akin to that of Stonehenge, called Craigh na Dun, is deemed responsible,  and it is also suggested that this is a natural phenomenon that the ancients knew of but did not fully understand. It is implied not that the stones themselves possess the power to thrust a being back in time, but rather more realistically, that the stones were erected ages ago to warn passersby to stay away. Gabaldon’s inclusion of the mythic legends regarding fairies was also clever, and in context, such legends would be a satisfactory explanation for previous occurrences of time travel.

The juxtaposition of Claire’s 20th century mind with the 18th century culture she finds herself thrown into is amusing as well as fascinating. While she’s intelligent enough to avoid more of the situations that would create more comedic scenarios, she’ll still slip and use phrases like “Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars,” confusing those around her and eliciting a chuckle from the reader.

Loch Ness monster? Really, Gabaldon? Someone please convince me how this contributed to the plot. It felt like nothing other than a Scottish cliche inserted to amuse the ignorant masses, who cannot think of Scotland save to conjure images of a smiling Nessie sporting a plaid tam.

I’m going to risk incurring the ire of every Fraser fangirl alive by saying this, but Jaime doesn’t do it for me. At all. I completely fail to see why he’s so appealing and attractive. Repeatedly, we’re reminded of his physical perfection; this smacks of Twilight to me, and beating me over the head with description after description of the hero’s physical glories does not at all convince me of the character’s worth. Jaime is kind enough to Claire, that is true. Initially, he seems to be quite likeable. His use of the term “Sassenach” is downright endearing, even to me (I’ll even admit that I think I’d get chills if someone called me that in a Scottish accent); however, I have to be  brutally honest here, and say that I have had great difficulty getting over the scene where Jaime beats Claire. Yes, it’s period for an 18th century man to be able to thrash his wife in punishment. Yes, he promises to never do it again and adheres to that (at least in the first book). But accurate or not, this is one instance where I am not able to accept period-correct behaviour and dismiss it in context. No woman ever deserves to be beaten, no matter her perceived crime. Is this our literary hero?

This book has an even darker side, one of which I would caution less mature readers. There are several scenes and themes in this book I would consider to be potential “triggers” for anyone with a history of abuse, and even for those merely of faint of heart or weak of stomach. We see scenes of vividly-depicted sexual abuse (heterosexual and otherwise), rape, and sodomy. It’s downright uncomfortable to read, and while I understand Gabaldon’s decision to brave exploration of abuse in the 18th century, I don’t understand why she chooses to revel in the literally gorey details, yet gloss over the ramifications and subsequent trauma. It makes me suspect she did it for shock value, and to villainize Jack Randall as much as humanly possible. To be blunt, it felt somewhat cheap.


Jaime was not my first hero. The men moved too quickly through the field hospital, as a rule, for the nurses to become well acquainted with them, but now and again you would a man who talked too little or joked too much, who held himself more stiffly than pain and loneliness would account for.

And I knew, roughly, what could be done for them. If there was time, and if they were the kind who talked to keep the dark at bay, you sat with them and listened. If they were silent, you touched them often in passing, and watched for the unguarded moment, when you might draw them outside of themselves and hold them while they exorcised their demons. If there was time. And if there wasn’t, then you jabbed them with morphine, and hoped they would manage to find someone else to listen, while you passed on to a man whose wounds were visible.

— Chapter 36

The dusk momentarily heightened all the colors of the countryside, lighting the land with jewels; a glowing emerald in the hollows, a lovely shadowed amethyst among the clumps of heather, and burning rubies on the red-berried rowan trees that crowned the hills.”


We came down from the braes near Loch Madoch, pressing the chilly dawn mist to the edge of a still sheet of grey. Wild ducks began to rise from the reeds in untidy flocks that circled the marshes, quacking and calling to rouse late sleepers below. By contrast, a well-disciplined wedge of geese passed over us, calling of heartbreak and desolation.

The grey fog lifted near midday on the second day, and a weak sun lighted the meadows filled with yellow gorse and broom. A few miles past the loch, we came out onto a narrow road and turned northwest. The way took us up again, rising into low, rolling hills that gave way gradually to granite tors and crags.

— Chapter 25

I have nothing but praise for the way Diana Gabaldon writes. Her prose is lyrical, her descriptions vivid and realistic, and her dialogue is good (though not fantastic or wholly period). She has a strong grasp on the historical and cultural aspects of the 18th century, and I say this as an enthusiast of the era. I only caught one inaccuracy; she refers to a character wearing a cotton gown. While cotton was certainly known and the fabric on its way to becoming a staple (later in the century Eli Whitney’s invention would allow it to become affordable enough to reach the masses), in this context, I felt a garment made of “linsey-woolsey” or plain wool would have been more appropriate.

One area I felt could use a bit more exploration was, exactly what sort of trauma and mental distress time travel would invoke on the traveler. We are given very little of what I would expect to be a horrifying experience for anyone; aside from Claire’s initial confusion and denial, it never seems to occur to her that what she has just experienced is a mind-boggling impossibility. I don’t know about you, but I would be doing some heavy-duty thinking about whether or not my every move would be altering the course of history (read Ray Bradbury’s short story A Sound of Thunder if you haven’t already). This is touched upon more satisfactorily in Dragonfly in Amber (which I’m presently in the midst of), and admittedly a 1940s mind might not be as familiar with the concept of time travel in general as Gabaldon’s modern-day audience. Still, we barely see Claire even ponder her quandary at all.

Another question worth asking is whether or not Claire is a bigamist. Why not just tell everyone she was still married? While technically her husband Frank hadn’t been born yet, this would have alleviated the problems of her being forced to marry again. This is addressed in one of the best portions of the entire novel take place in one of the later chapters, where Claire confides in a kindly priest and consults him on the quandary of her marriage to Jaime. The issue of bigamy is addressed, albeit rather conveniently, but through this, Claire is reawakened to religion. It’s a transformation that’s always tricky to pull off, and Gabaldon does it admirably and respectfully, without the all-too-typical “Hallmark” quality that offends my sense of realism.

I do feel that Gabaldon could use an editor; she can be wordy, often unnecessarily so, but not in her description or exposition. It is in her innumerable adventures, the tales of Claire and Jaime that she wears the reader’s patience. Over and over we read of their exploits across the highlands (and between the bedsheets), again and again we are told of how much they love each other. But that’s just it; we’re told, rather than shown. The age-old adage holds true here. Show, don’t tell. Gabaldon is a master of description, but she fails to give us an emotional connection illustrating exactly why Claire would choose Jaime over Frank. We’re given reasons such as her fear of travelling back through the stones a second time; this makes sense, but don’t you think she would brave that risk for Jaime?

Outlander begins to weave several threads that I can only hope will be grasped more firmly later in the series. Especially the story of Geile Duncan and Frank’s experiences during the war, both of which intrigued me, and neither was fully explored.

Overall, four stars for the sheer magnitude of Gabaldon’s undertaking, her ability to pull it off with considerable aplomb, and her laudable knowledge of the historical elements surrounding 18th century Jacobite Scotland. ♦

Book Review: Elise Marion’s The Third Son

12747460Title: The Third Son
Author: Elise Marion
Genre: Fantasy / Romance
Series: Yes / Book 1 of 4
Rating: 4 out of 5
My Copy: Review Copy via Author

The Third Son is the first book in the King of Cardenas series. Let me start off by saying, I’m not a big fan of authors who within the opening pages outright describe the villain and his intentions. I like the intrigue and the journey of seeing him unmasked, however; Elise Marion delivers a satisfying read and kept me guessing.

Prince Damien is spoiled and spends his time seducing women, but of course that’s the image he portrays as the third son of the King of Cardenas. Unlike his older brother, Lionus, he won’t be king nor will he be the head of the military like his twin brother, Serge. One night Gypsies are brought to the hall as part of Lionus’ betrothal celebrations and is immediately captivated by one of the dancers, Esmeralda. The attraction is mutual, but will they be allowed to be together?

At the heart of the novel is finding out the identity of the masked man who is wreaking havoc around Cardenas by hiring people to infiltrate the royal court and kill the royal family. Immediately the sons of the King, Damien and his brothers, get involved to solve the mystery and at one point ask one of the captured assassins who this masked man was, but of course none of them can describe him. The reasons why the masked man wants the royal family dead is explained within the opening chapter and it’s the journey of finding out his identity and of course the family’s reaction that makes up the bulk of the story. Throw in a scheming ex-mistress and you have what some would say your typical romance novel. I disagree that Marion delivers a contrived plot. On the one hand we learn that Damien isn’t what he appears. He loves astronomy and wants to build a university. To sum up it up, the pretty, bad boy actually has ambitions. Esmeralda isn’t your typical wallflower, the girl has spunk and isn’t afraid to show it. In one particular scene she attends the theatre with Damian and his ex-mistress, Davina, is present. Davina and her friends corner Esmeralda and instead of cowering away she stands up and declares, “Well darling, I must say that though I appreciate the warning, Damien has assured me he has interest only in something fresh and not so worn out. And if that necklace and that gown are any indication of Damien’s personal taste, I believe I shall have to do without his gifts.” Damien confronts Esmeralda and when she tells him why she’s withdrawn (being told he only wants to sleep with her and make her his next mistress would dampen any girl’s feelings) he immediately sets things right by telling her that he wants to know her and that she’s worth knowing.

The romance seemed to be a bit rushed on Damien and Esmeralda’s part because within days of meeting on another they are declaring their love for another. A whirlwind romance is fine, but I was a bit disappointed. Marion also uses a bit of foreshadowing with the introduction of some secondary characters who love someone else and yet marry different people. I realize the circumstances as to why these secondary characters chose the route that they did and yet to see history repeating itself broke my heart because she shows us that in life we can make the same mistakes as our ancestors. One thing the author didn’t expand upon, but I’m hoping it is addressed in the second book is why the Queen had such animosity towards her twin sons. We are told she favors Linous and one assumes it’s because he’s the eldest and hence the heir, but somehow I can’t help but think that maybe Linous wasn’t the son of the King and that she herself had loved someone else.

Overall I enjoyed it despite a few minor details. The identity of the mysterious masked man was a surprise and yet when the opportunity came for Damien to fight him, that moment was too brief. I feel the author lost a bit of momentum and what should have been a drawn out, climactic scene was just summed up in a few short paragraphs and by the second page it was over. Sure Damian is heartbroken by what he’s had to do and Esmeralda comes to comfort him, but I wanted a little more. I commend Marion for extending the novel beyond that scene. Most authors pretty much wrap the ending after the villain has been dispatched and here we get to see how different choices in life affect Damien and Esmeralda. I also wanted a little more of Esmeralda’s point of view. Mostly what we do know of her comes from Damien and their interactions, but I wanted a little more behind the scene insight to her thinking other than being told she’s there. Despite a few nitpickings I have, it’s an enjoyable read. The epilogue isn’t really one in terms of how most are written, but we get a sneak peak at the second book, The Second Son, which I’m planning to buy.