Let’s Talk (#4) – Tamlin the Man Behind​ the Mask

For this week’s post, I’m taking a look at of Tamlin from the A Court of Thorns and Roses Series.

I have been toying with the idea of writing this post of a couple of weeks, and I almost didn’t write it, but after seeing so many comments on social media that are supportive of Tamlin, it’s compelled me to do this.

I realize he is just a fictional character but it’s important to recognize his character portrays very real life abusive behaviors. I’m staggered by the sheer number of people who fail to see this. The worst of which are that he acts this way out of love which is simply not true. There even some people who blame Feyre for his behavior!

This book series has huge fandom and most of the people I have spoken to agree that Tamlin is abusive. So this post is for all the Tamlin Lovers out there who think his behavior is ok.

I’m going to start by listing the 7 typical personalities of the Abuser:

  1. The Bully
  2. The Headworker
  3. The Badfather
  4. The Jailer
  5. The King of the Castle
  6. The Sexual Controller
  7. The Persuader

Tamlin exhibits the traits 1, 5 & 6. These are the ones I’m going to look at in more detail:

 The Bully 

Uses intimidation to control us, eg glares, shouts, smashes things, sulks

 Examples of this;

We see this behavior right from beginning in ACOTAR, when Feyre begins to spend time with Lucian:

 Whatever tentative truce we built that afternoon vanished at the dinner table. Tamlin was lounging in his usual seat, a long claw out and circling his goblet. It paused on the lip as soon as I entered, Lucien on my heels. His green eyes pinned me to the spot. Right. I’d brushed him off that morning, claiming I wanted to be alone. Tamlin slowly looked at Lucien, whose face had turned grave. “We went on a hunt,” Lucien said. “I heard,” Tamlin said roughly, glancing between us as we took our seats. “And did you have fun?” Slowly, his claw sank back into his flesh. Lucien didn’t answer, leaving it to me. Coward. I cleared my throat. “Sort of,” I said. “Did you catch anything?” Every word was clipped out. “No.” Lucien gave me a pointed cough, as if urging me to say more. But I had nothing to say. Tamlin stared at me for a long moment, then dug into his food, not all that interested in talking to me, either.

Not only is he sulking here he is also acting jealous. Jealousy has nothing to do with love; it’s a sign of possessiveness and lack of trust.

“You don’t get to speak to me like that. You promised you wouldn’t act this way.” “You have no idea what’s at risk—” “Don’t you talk down to me. Not after what I went through to get back here, to you. To our people. You think any of us are happy to be working with Hybern? You think I don’t see it in their faces? The question of whether I am worth the dishonor of it?” His breathing turned ragged again. Good, I wanted to urge him. Good. “You sold us out to get me back,” I said, low and cold. “You whored us out to Hybern. Forgive me if I am now trying to regain some of what we lost.” Claws slid free. A feral growl rippled out of him. “They hunted down and butchered those humans for sport,” I went on. “You might be willing to get on your knees for Hybern, but I certainly am not.” He exploded. Furniture splintered and went flying, windows cracked and shattered. And this time, I did not shield myself. The worktable slammed into me, throwing me against the bookshelf, and every place where flesh and bone met wood barked and ached. My knees slammed into the carpeted floor, and Tamlin was instantly in front of me, hands shaking

Here in a fit if rage her physical assaults her!

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A Court of Thorns & Roses – Sarah J. Maas

Blurb

When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a beast-like creature arrives to demand retribution for it. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she only knows about from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not an animal, but Tamlin—one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled their world.

As she dwells on his estate, her feelings for Tamlin transform from icy hostility into a fiery passion that burns through every lie and warning she’s been told about the beautiful, dangerous world of the Fae. But an ancient, wicked shadow grows over the faerie lands, and Feyre must find a way to stop it . . . or doom Tamlin—and his world—forever.


STATS

Page Length:  421
Publication Year:  2015
Genre: Fantasy, New Adult, Romance
Characters: Feyre, Tamlin, Lucian, Amarantha, Rhysand, Nesta, Elaine etc


Thoughts

I’m so excited to be reviewing this book! A bit of background, I first heard about this book back in May/June 2016 when it started blowing up on social media. I think I spotted it Jennifer L. Armentrout’s Facebook Group. Anyway, I’m a huge sucker for retellings so I added it to my TBR list which is where is sat for a couple of months I don’t think I read it until late July/Early August! This was probably the best reading decisions I made in 2016, it’s seriously one of my all time favorites now! 😊

Story

This story is a retelling of Beauty and the Beast, the original story not the Disney version! It’s written entirely from Feyres POV, in the first person. The writing of this book is magnificent! It’s filled with in-depth and rich descriptions. It’s just so beautifully done!

Characters

Feyre is a deeply complex and dynamic character. She has had a lot of responsibility thrust on her at a really young age, she is strong in a quiet way but she is also a bit naïve. Due to the fact she has been the sole reason for the continued survival of her family it’s clear that she has been starved of love and affection.

“I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. “Has anyone ever taken care of you?” he asked quietly.
“No.” I’d long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it.”

One of the things that I really liked about her is that she is as ballsy as hell!

“Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?”
“Do you ever stop being such a prick?” I snapped back.
Dead—really, truly, I should have been dead for that.
But Lucien grinned at me. “Much better.”

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