I wanted to bring up Game of Thrones though, because the long march of its figurative bandwagon informs The Banner Saga’s literal one: each of them is moving towards a climactic, high fantasy reckoning, but their wheels sometimes seem to sink in the soggy, low fantasy they’re passing through on the way. You’d leave that guy on the side of the road-preferably with a half dozen arrow shafts sticking out of his back-and the bandwagon would roll on its merry way. Imagine: you’re just doing your best to trek your viking caravan in the opposite direction of this waxing, apocalyptic gloom that’s got everyone rightly concerned, and some self-styled voice of dissent shows up to criticize every decision you make. Look-I recognize there’s a certain irony here, because in The Banner Saga this disposition makes me exactly the type of judgy, stick-in-the-mud character that I’d immediately try to ditch along the journey. By that point the series had already dragged me through a narrative gauntlet of infanticide and sexual violence, and it somehow expected me come out the other side of all that ready to apply serious mental energy to the goings-on of zombie ice wizards. Note: contains spoilers for The Banner Saga seriesįive books, four and a half seasons of television, and a few video games in, I heaved myself, bodily, off of the Game of Thrones bandwagon.
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