I don’t mind that George R.R. Martin is a dick to Starks. But he better finish Game of Thrones before I die, or Hell won’t hold half my fury. I will reach out from the grave and pluck your heart out, you egomaniac! Plus, in the end, if you try pullin’ any of that Sopranos fade-to-black crap, I swear on the souls of my grandchildren, I will hunt you down and make you pay. Here’s the deal, George: you gave all of us the disease — you did it — now it’s time to come up with a cure. Give it some thought!
The thing is it’s been five television years and Game of Thrones is still going sideways — in all directions. I’m not the only person on this planet who’s looking around for a hint of the storyline. There are lots of us, and our concern is that Martin has become so bloated with nerd worship he’s going to carry on writing into nowhere indefinitely. Look, Sword and Sorcery centre stage has got to be a total buzz — I get it. And being compared to Tolkien at every turn must be the ultimate ego stroke. However, Martin needs to remember that not every fan is hanging on his every word. Sure, the Fire and Ice people who’ve been around since the 90s spend tons of time looking for clues and constructing theories and making videos and writing fan fiction etc. etc. etc. on into the wee hours. They love that stuff. They’re added Cersei Lannister to Luke Skywalker in the Comic Con Pantheon, and they’re happy as puppies. However, the rest of us — Game of Thrones folks — came to Westeros by way of HBO. We don’t care about the detailed genealogy of the Targaryen dynasty. We see a great tale that captured us with an imaginative premise and an uber-cool beginning. We were willing to let it wander a bit in the middle, but now that it’s started to waddle, we’re concerned that it might not ever actually have an end.
Honestly, no audience will allow itself to be cliff hanger bait forever. For God’s sake, George! Let’s start tying up a few loose ends and get on with it!