“The nearest airport is a country over,” Luke said. “If we could get across the border—and
that’s a big ‘if’—there would be a long and dangerous overland journey after that, through
all sorts of Downworlder territory. It could take us days to get there.” [….]
“Alicante, to be specic,” said Jace. “The capital city. The only city, really.” He went to
the window and drew back the curtains. “The Penhallows didn’t really believe us,” he said.
“That the sun wouldn’t bother you. They put these blackout curtains up. But you should
Rising from the bed, Simon joined Jace at the window. And stared.
A few years ago his mother had taken him and his sister on a trip to Tuscany—a week of
heavy, unfamiliar pasta dishes, unsalted bread, hardy brown countryside, and his mother
speeding down narrow, twisting roads, barely avoiding crashing their Fiat into the beautiful
old buildings they’d ostensibly come to see. He remembered stopping on a hillside just
opposite a town called San Gimignano, a collection of rust-colored buildings dotted here
and there with high towers whose tops soared upward as if reaching for the sky. If what he
was looking at now reminded him of anything, it was that; but it was also so alien that it
was genuinely unlike anything he’d ever seen before.
He was looking out of an upper window in what must have been a fairly tall house. If he
glanced up, he could see stone eaves and sky beyond. Across the way was another house,
not quite as tall as this one, and between them ran a narrow, dark canal, crossed here and
there by bridges—the source of the water he’d heard before. The house seemed to be built
partway up a hill—below it honey-colored stone houses, clustered along narrow streets, fell
away to the edge of a green circle: woods, surrounded by hills that were very far away;
from here they resembled long green and brown strips dotted with bursts of autumn colors.
Behind the hills rose jagged mountains frosted with snow.
But none of that was what was strange; what was strange was that here and there in the
city, placed seemingly at random, rose soaring towers crowned with spires of reective
whitish-silvery material. They seemed to pierce the sky like shining daggers, and Simon
realized where he had seen that material before: in the hard, glasslike weapons the
Shadowhunters carried, the ones they called seraph blades. […]
— City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 2: The Demon Towers of Alicante
Note: By the way, this is the last post for this week. I will be back on Monday, at the regular scheduled times.
Here we get our first real description of Alicante and Idris, and it makes absolutely no sense.what so ever. Okay, first of all, there is only one city in Idris. What? There are no small towns, no suburbs, just one city in a country (abet a small country). I mean, why call it Alicante and not just Idris.
Also Luke then tells us there are no airports or trains in Idris, which again makes no sense! If this is the case then, how did the Inquisitor get to New York City? Did she just walk? According to Clare’s own canon, only Warlocks are able to create portals, but it would be stupid for Warlocks to work for Shadowhunters. So, how do Shadowhunters move in and out of Idris?
Moving on, since the moment Clare has started revealing about the home country of Shadowhunters Idris, I have been gleefully pointing out how that the who concept didn’t make a lick of sense. And in this chapter we really a lot of concrete facts about the country and like always with Clare fails miserably!
Actually, I have seen fictional countries done better than this, for example, Genovia from ‘The Princess Diaries’ series by Meg Cabot. It’s a small country located between France and Italy and the setting actually makes fucking sense.
Idris does not make sense and I’m going to break down. According to this map that was drawn in “The Shadowhunter Code”x, a much later guide/encyclopedia of the Shadowhunter World by Cassandra Clare. Idris is stuck between Switzerland and Germany, but Luke just said that the borders of Idris are inhabited by Downworlders?
If the Shadowhunters are so badass, why do they have the Downworlders so close to their borders? Why didn’t they gather their forces and exterminate them? Don’t tell me because The Clave is just so good and they certainly wouldn’t try to commit mass genocide. I have personally pointed out that The Clave is just as bad as Valentine in ideology. The only difference is that Valentine is actively murdering and torturing Downwowrlders.ort
Also, so there is a group of Downworlders on the borders of Germany and Switzerland? According to Google Maps, there is nothing but small towns and cities such as Zurich and even a further way Lichtenstein on the border. So all that bullshit Luke was peddling about there being no other way to get to Idris is complete and utter bullshit. He seriously overlooked the Kloten Airport in Zurich or Flughafen St.Gallen Altenrhein Airport 23 miles north of Liechtenstein. Not to mention all the cities and towns in Germany. You could literally get a rental car and drive to Idris from there.
So this whole Clary opening a portal was completely unnecessary and utterly contrived.
Back to the groups of Downwworlders on the border of Idris. First of all, this literally makes no sense. According to Shadowhunter Wikia, the country was gifted by Raziel (because apparently, Archangels can do whatever the hell they want). It’s literally Angel Land, why the fuck would Demon Spawns inhabit anywhere that close to that many Shaodhwunters? It’s the same question I asked about why Ragnor Fell, a Downworlder who is being actively oppressed by Shadowhunters staying that close to his oppressor?
All in all, this entire country is completely absurd and Clare should be ashamed of herself.