The Male Gaze & The Magicians

Posted: January 7, 2013 in Critical Hit
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Right now, I’m a third of the way through Lev Grossman’s The Magicians, a book whose paciness, premise and execution I’m thus far enjoying, but which is nonetheless conspiring to irk me on gender grounds. Our protagonist, Quentin Coldwater, is a teenaged trainee magician, and for multiple reasons, I’m struggling to connect with him as a character. It’s not that he’s an implausible fiction, per se, but rather than he’s overwhelmingly cast in a mold I’m sick of seeing: that of the quiet, studious, socially awkward straight-white-male from a blandly privileged background with no particular personality beyond his penchant for lamenting his lack of same, and whose specialness is far more frequently told than shown. So far, for instance, we’ve been told of Quentin’s academic excellence in the mundane world without his smarts ever being visibly demonstrated, and then further told that he’s an exceptional young magician on the basis of no more evidence, given his own internal doubts, than a teacher’s say-so. He’s an overwhelmingly passive character: 130 pages in, we’re yet to see him make a proactive decision or do anything other than respond to external pressures, and while that’s not something I object to on principle, I tend to prefer such characters to compensate for their reactiveness in other ways – by possessing a sense of humour, say, or introspecting with insight. Quentin, though, demonstrates neither of these qualities, but rather presents as simultaneously amorphous and entitled; what I suspect is meant to read as a sort of youthful, talented-but-underappreciated everyman as per the standards of fiction, but which in reality describes exactly the sort of person who fades into the background precisely because they have little or nothing to offer socially and no sense of why this matters.

And this bothers me; partly because it seems like a waste, but mostly because this particular species of stock – and it is stock – young male characterisation, that of the generically disenfranchised and romantically unsuccessful loner whose chafing ego is vindicated by the narrative’s confirmation of his innate specialness, always seems to go hand in hand with a particular manifestation of the male gaze; one that’s always bothered me, but whose parameters I’ve only just managed to articulate. Now, to be clear: I have no problem with the male gaze as a concept. I might dislike its unthinking ubiquity at times – such as, for instance, in stories where straight male writers forget to differentiate their own sexual preferences from that of their straight female characters, leading to what Kate Elliot refers to as the omniscient breasts problem – but generally speaking, I’m on board with the idea that, while it might not always be to my taste, there’s nothing fundamentally wrong with male characters noticing the physical attractiveness of nearby female characters. I do, however, take issue with expressions of the male gaze that, whether intentionally or not, effectively demean or diminish women in narrative, or which are heavily redolent of negative social attitudes and stereotypes. Thus: a story wherein the straight male hero observes the fierce beauty of a warrior queen is unlikely to rile me; but a story where every female character is gratuitously sexualised will.

The Magicians is very definitely written in the male gaze, and in a way which seems to tell us more about Grossman himself than Quentin as a protagonist – specifically, about the extent to which he seems to view female beauty as being incongruous with female competence. By way of demonstration, consider this early passage:

Three paramedics crouched around him, two men and a woman. The woman was disarmingly, almost inappropriately pretty – she looked out of place in that grim scene, miscast…

Quentin wished she weren’t so attractive. Unpretty women were so much easier to deal with in some ways – you didn’t have to face the pain of their probable unattainability. But she was not unpretty. She was pale and thin and unreasonably lovely, with a broad, ridiculously sexy mouth.

And then, consider these lines, which describe an entirely different character:

His tutor was Professor Sunderland, the pretty young woman who had asked him to draw maps during his Examination. She looked nothing like a magician was supposed to: she was blond and dimply and distractingly curvy.

Not long after this, we’re treated to Quentin’s longing for, and I quote, “the radiant upper slopes of her [Professor Sunderland’s] achingly full and gropable breasts,” a sentence which is only slightly less hilarious than it is a disturbing – and, one assumes, unintentional – example of crude lust battling with aesthetic appreciation. In both examples, however, Quentin – and, by extension, Grossman – has concluded that female beauty is incongruous with professionalism; these women are noteworthy, not just because Quentin finds them attractive, but because he doesn’t expect attractive women to be professionals. By direct implication, therefore, Quentin’s surprise at their prettiness undermines his respect for their competence in much the same way that his views on the gropability of Professor Sunderland’s breasts undermines his profession of their radiance. And what makes this an irritating example of the male gaze is the fact that we, the reader, are not meant to notice this dissonance, but are rather expected to sympathise with Quentin: to agree, however tacitly and subconsciously, that it is just a bit surprising and unusual to encounter pretty female professionals, because deep down, our expectation is that intelligence and beauty are mutually exclusive qualities, particularly in women, and that in any case, attractive ladies don’t really need to work at all on account of being attractive.

In this respect, then, The Magicians presents a negative example of the male gaze, in that sexist stereotypes are both present as a background detail and utterly unexamined, let alone acknowledged, by the narrative. But that’s not my main revelation. The other side of the coin is far more subtle: the fact that Quentin’s attraction to women only ever seems to be physical. By which I mean: while women to whom he feels no attraction are described objectively, without sexualisation, his attractions are only ever described in terms of his lust, disassociated from anything deeper or more human like shared interests, emotional connection or personality. And the thing is, if Quentin were meant to be a jaded, sexist, sexually confident character – one whose shallowness was noted in the text – that wouldn’t bother me so much, because it would at least indicate that Grossman and I were on the same page. But because Quentin is meant to be an everyman despite his specialness – because we, the audience, are meant to sympathise with his romantic shortcomings – I find myself repulsed by the unthinking assumption that his hypocrisy doesn’t exist; that it’s perfectly acceptable to lust after women purely because of their bodies with never a thought to liking them as people, all while lamenting their inability to like you for who you are. As though, in other words, their inability to appreciate Quentin as a person has nothing to do with his inability to appreciate them as people, and everything to do with the fact that they’re too beautiful or oblivious to notice him. And the thing is, even though I’m only a third of the way in, this doesn’t seem like a developmental stage he’s about to transcend, because once again, it’s a form of sexist cognitive dissonance that isn’t flagged in the text: we’re not meant to notice it, because in all probability, Grossman didn’t mean for it to be there – or rather, if he did, he didn’t mean for it to be read as negative.

Quentin’s whole character, in other words, is informed by unthinking adherence to male privilege. Despite being bright, having lifelong close friends and a stable homelife, he starts out the novel feeling discontent and disaffected, which unhappiness he contrives to blame equally on his parents and the mundane awkwardness of real life; it doesn’t occur to him to look inwards for the source of his problems, because his sense of entitlement seemingly prevents such critical introspection. Similarly, his unrequited feelings for Julia and the Professor are cast by Grossman as representative of a typical, relatable dynamic – that of the overlooked scholar thwarted by the disinterest of pretty ladies – without any self-awareness of the fact that Quentin isn’t magically entitled to female company; that actually, he’s done nothing to merit their attention, and is in fact being hypocritical in lamenting their lack of appreciation for his personality when his thoughts are only ever concerned with their bodies. Quentin, in other words, in addition to being a fairly unmemorable character, is starting to read like a Nice Guy, and while the rest of the book may hopefully prove me wrong on that point, right now, I’m struggling to cope with this negative variant of the male gaze that’s all the more insidious for being subtle: one where the reader is encouraged to take male privilege – and all the social consequences thereof – for granted, but where its presence is never directly acknowledged.

  1. Tasha Turner says:

    That attitude drives me batty in books as its demeaning to men and women and also boring. Men who think of women as real people are more interesting and therefore more likely to date women that their stupid counterparts don’t. Books like this make me despair that women have made strides at being equal as the media would like us to believe. We still have a ways to go IMHO as too many books have this stereotype in them.

  2. tielserrath says:

    Hallelujah! You have just explained exactly why I abandoned this book 1/3 of the way through. It had some great reviews, which persuaded me to buy it, but as I read all I could think was when is the author going to actually show us any of the things he keeps claiming for the character?

    Quentin, as you say, is dull, distressingly entitled and very creepy. I’ve met many Quentins; men who think that simply telling you how amazing they are is the same as getting out and demonstrating it. I was also uncomfortable at the other side of the attractive woman trope; women who weren’t attractive were not worth Quentin’s time; their intelligence was of no value when compared to an attractive woman. The attractive merited his lust; the intelligent his barely-concealed disdain. And the total lack of insight of the writer is disturbing.

  3. Nancy says:

    I thought Quentin was intentionally written as an immature jerk.

    • fozmeadows says:

      I think he’s purposefully immature, but not purposefully a jerk. Which is an important distinction to make.

  4. First attraction is often visual, so I’ll accept good looks as a reason for first attraction. But if the story goes on, there’s more interaction, and there’s no…liking of the person beyond the physical (or at least some internal struggle that the attraction exists but the personality is disliked), then I struggle to get on board with the romance (or, er, conquest).

    I’ll agree that this feels very “Nice Guy”.

  5. Jean says:

    Yeah, I got farther than you, but ultimately gave up at around the 3/4 mark. I honestly don’t get why this book was praised at all. It’s not that all protagonists have to be likable for me, but they have to be unlikable in interesting ways at least for me to stay engaged.

    Young white sexist male who thinks women should drop into bed at his gaze? Yawn. But then he gets really nasty with women, and that’s when I bailed on the book entirely. I can’t see myself ever going back and finishing, or trying to read the sequel.

    • KN says:

      I agree. I’m glad that people are discussing the sexism, misogyny, victim blame, and negative female stereotypes in the Magicians. I haven’t read the books but I’m half way through season 2 of the show and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to watch. The characters are 2 dimensional and selfish. The only character that I’m still rooting for is Julia and she’s being villainized and judged primarily because she was a victim of sexual assault. It’s atrocious.

  6. Brenna says:

    Oh, oh,oh—I want to shout out All the Spoilers right now, but I WON’T! Also, assuming that you are not among the roughly 80% of my book-friends who will wind up slamming this one down in disgust halfway through, I’ll be interested to see where you are with it by the end.

    Until then, I will share one of my prevailing theses, which is that Quentin is Snape—Snape in a grown-up context, not a middle grade one. i.e., bitter, entitled, and wants to be way special-er than he actually is. And maybe that guy can be retroactively glossi-fied by time, maturity, mistakes, and sacrifice, but in the meantime … wow, he is a tool. (And he only gets worse.)

    Full disclosure: I actually like The Magicians quite a bit. I like depressing books, and magic, and I also like what is happening narratively, or at least what I think is happening. Because I totally choose to believe that this book is a secret condemnation of The Nice Guy. Which, wrong as I may be about Grossman’s actual motives, damn—that is what I choose to believe!

    (I like The Magicians so much that I’ve periodically been forcing it on people who are *extremely* not the appropriate audience. D said when he finished it, “It was pretty good, but I kind of want to die now.” Because it is just that kind of book.)

    (Which is why I just keep reading it over again.)

    • fozmeadows says:

      I’ve just passed the halfway mark, and… Does anything actually HAPPEN? Like, something that ties all the inane shit that’s taken place so far together into some sort of meaningful whole? I mean, I’m still going to stick it out if only so I can review it properly, but right now all I have are a buttload of page notations marking overt or unconscious sexism and an overwhelming sense that if Fillory’s realness is the eventual point, then maybe we should’ve already gone there by now.

      • Yes! Shit does happen (though it’s probably going to be too little too late), including one of the only scenes in a book *ever* that has actually scared me–really truly scared me. There is action and adventure, but it is arguably not very gratifying, so it makes for an interesting take on the idea of a fantasy world being “real.”

    • jennygadget says:

      So…it’s a mash-up of Looking for Alaska and Harry Potter? but marketed to adults? Suddenly, Grossman being the one to interview John Green at last year’s LA Times Festival of Books makes so much more sense. :p

      • fozmeadows says:

        I’ve actually been thinking about Looking For Alaska a lot in the context of The Magicians – it’s thus far the only John Green I’ve read, but despite the Manic Pixie Dream Girl angle, I didn’t give a damn about the male gaze elements, because the protagonist actually liked Alaska for reasons other than her body, and made for a decent, interesting narrator – especially in contrast to Grossman’s Quentin.

        • jennygadget says:


          John Green has always struck me as one of those writers that understands and respects teens but at the same time feels duty bound to try and help them not make the same mistakes he did. So Miles is a bit messed up at times, but he learns to be less messed up, and it’s rather a given that he will learn this considering the author. Which is what – along with Miles being interesting – got me through the first 2/3rds of the book.

          There is a point and a moral to Green’s books (or, at least, the two and half I have read) that fantasy for adults tends to view as childish and condescending. And often times it is childish and condescending to have that kind of neat ending. But other times when that “moral” is not there the sucky parts are just that much suckier because now not only is your fun infected with suck, but since it’s often micro-aggression level suck it’s also just sorta there and you are left without any good options for addressing it.

  7. linda says:

    Gah, I found reading The Magicians to be SUCH a miserable experience. Hated Quentin!

  8. jillheather says:

    I sort of enjoyed The Magicians despite Quentin. (I didn’t mind him so much at the beginning, but then he just kept not changing. But some parts of the magic were lovely.) It’s got all sorts of problems — so does the sequel — because Lev Grossman appears to be wandering into a conversation about Problems With Narnia (and Harry Potter, to a lesser extent) and pretending none of them happened, and he is the only person to have considered them and what do you mean, sexism or racism in Narnia?

  9. Roslyn says:

    I’m only about a quarter of the way through it and so far I’m reading Quentin as intentionally immature and shallow. He’s not a particularly likeable character – but I’ve been assuming he’s not meant to be – and I don’t think a protagonist needs to be likeable in order to be a meaningful character – but we’ll see what I think as I go!

  10. Jo Henn says:

    I gave up. Truly disliked him… and the book.

  11. Preston says:

    I’m actually re-reading The Magicians for the third-ish time since the second book came out in anticipation of finishing the third and last book that was just released, and I have to say…yikes, you’re very much spot on in your assessment, Foz. And this is coming from a straight, (albeit non-white) now 24-year old male reader who was voraciously obsessed with the series.

    I actually found this article in googling the Professor Sunderland character because I was so perplexed at how much it now stood out to me that there was so much of a male gaze directed on her despite no obvious narrative relevance, something that I had not caught at all the first few times I had read this series. Coupled with Quentin’s entitlement towards Julia’s non-reciprocation, and more so the way he describes it, especially in relation to his (physical) feelings about having Professor Sutherland instead in his proximity, and the series reads so much more problematic for me.

    Like you, I too am tired of the white, straight, male character who is just oh too much talented for their own good and yet so misunderstood, to the point where it’s kind of disgusting how thinly veiled the character is as a self insert fantasy. I can’t say that i still don’t enjoy Grossman’s prose, and the way he lavishly and evocatively builds his world, and that I’m not interested in how the series and Quentin’s journey ends. But I am definitely going to be much more discerning now in terms of how the book reads, with an eye towards picking apart where Grossman has injected the narrative with his own ingrained problematic viewpoints, which I dare say will make the experience much less satisfying for me.

  12. “I’ve just passed the halfway mark, and… Does anything actually HAPPEN? Like, something that ties all the inane shit that’s taken place so far together into some sort of meaningful whole? ”
    I really enjoyed the early bits—the magic is weird and fascinating—but I started losing interest when Grossman plunges into the glories of being a Bright Young Magical Thing and nothing much happens (he’s said in an interview this period is based on his own twentysomething years).
    I guess it’s not a spoiler at this point to say the ending tossed-off revelation that seems to imply the villain was bad because he was abused drove me up the wall. It’s the main reason I didn’t read vol. 2 (I didn’t pick up on the points you’ve raised here, but they sound about right).

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  14. KN says:

    I agree 100% Thanks for writing this. I think that the show, the Magicians, is gross, sexist, misogynistic, and full of victim blame to the point where victims of sexual assault are villainized and demonized. There are no healthy relationships between female characters in the show either. The female characters are constantly judging one another which is a toxic stereotype of women.

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