[Sound the Second Novel Alarm! Spoilers for The Magicians ahead.  I mean it this time.] The Magicians was an exercise in literary frustration for me.  I loved it.  It was wonderful.  Its adherence to explaining away its every mystery absolutely infuriated me.  Reading it a second time allowed me to be well aware that the breathtakingly horrific things that occurred in the unfurling of Lev Grossman’s fantasy novel cioppino would not remain the unexplainable night terrors of a magical world beyond our reckoning and to simply enjoy the […]