4 ½ stars. A fabulous depiction of Jedi characters with plenty of depth. The dialogue is extraordinary, taking the voices of the film characters and extrapolating them perfectly for every situation the author puts the characters in.
The author tugs the heartstrings of the avid Star Wars fan, and this book makes most of the tragic events that happen in Revenge of the Sith all the more poignant. I misted up a few times over touching moments between Obi-Wan and Anakin, knowing how their friendship ended.
Up to this point, this is probably the most human I’ve ever seen Obi-Wan Kenobi [I read the author's Star Wars books out of order], but he’s not diminished by that because he comes across as more complex. We saw the tip of the iceberg of Obi-Wan’s emotions in Revenge of the Sith, but this book does a very good job of showing his inner workings. Underneath the guise of the warrior, the man in tune with the Force, is someone who has to choose to behave as he does, someone who sometimes finds it difficult to be calm or to put the needs of the many ahead of the needs of the few. His strength in the Force is astounding, but it’s not a power he can wield without consequence.
Regret cut keenly, like a blade. “I’m so sorry, Devi. I’m not a dedicated healer. Besides, the original injury happened some time ago, didn’t it? Even if I were trained, I’m not certain it could be fixed.”
She closed her eyes. “I see.”
“But I will make you more comfortable,” [Obi-Wan] promised. “Now. Breathe slowly and deeply for me. Yes. That’s it.”
It was a relief to help her, to sink himself into the Force and use it in such a good cause. Knowing that countless innocents would suffer and die if he and Anakin failed to stop Lok Durd and Count Dooku, this one small act, this brief, transitory kindness, took on a grave and greatly personal significance. In healing Greti’s mother and Rikkard’s son, in easing this courageous woman’s pain, he was making a difference. Anything he could do to leave these people better than he found them was a balm to his weary, fretful mind.
When he was finished, and Devi’s pain was near to banished, he left her to stir awake and turned his attention to the antigrav harness. It was indeed a sorry piece of equipment, broken and mended and tricked up and falling apart. He’d do what he could, but doubtless Anakin could do better. He’d ask him to look at it before they returned to the city. –pg 205
It’s also intriguing to see Obi-Wan interacting with a former lover who’s become a good friend, another Jedi named Taria Damsin who’s dying of an incurable disease.
Even if he’d wanted to hide from her, [Obi-Wan] couldn’t. His self-control was too far eroded, his carefully constructed inner barriers smashed flat. And [Taria] was…who she was. She could feel every pain in him, sense every overstretched nerve and sinew.
…“Taria, I wish Yoda had sent someone else.”
“There was no one else,” she said. “Things are bad out there, Obi-Wan.” Then she pulled a face. “Mind you, they aren’t looking too cheerful in here.”
“That’s because they’re not,” he said--and to his shame, he heard his voice break.
“Stang.” She sighed. Her arms went around him, pulling him close. “What a mess.”
“Don’t,” he protested. “I’m all right. And we must contact Master Windu and--”
She tightened her hold. “Master Windu can wait till we’ve something definite to tell him. Hush now. Hush. You’re so tired. Hush.”
He felt something deep inside him break. Hiding his face against her, he let himself go. –pgs 337-338
Pumped full of chemicals by Indomitable’s med droids, [Taria] looked almost healthy again. It was a terrible lie. …not a soul looking at her would guess she had only weeks to live.
But I’m not going to spoil this. I’m not.
…“So, Obi-Wan,” Taria said softly, and rested her hand on his arm. “Are you all right?”
He was far from all right. And of course Taria knew that, which was why she’d asked. But there’d be time for debriefings back at the Temple. Time to think of the fallen, and mourn them, and find ways to honor those who’d made mistakes--and paid a terrible price to undo them. Time to come to terms with the loss of his friend. It was a journey he’d started in Torbel’s sick house, but he still had a long way to go.
I’m not even sure it’s a journey I can finish.
Knowing she’d let him, just this once, he lied. “Yes. I’m fine.” –pgs 380-381
And in this story, we see the brotherly bond between Obi-Wan and Anakin Skywalker with all its complications.
For all [Anakin’s] frustration, and his fear that Obi-Wan would never see him as an equal no matter what he did or how many battles he won, he was moved by the depth of compassion he could feel in his former Master.
Why do I keep forgetting that he was raised a Jedi? That he’ll never understand what it is to feel any strong emotion without feeling guilty about it straight after? Everything I was taught to rely on, he was taught to repress or deny. I keep forgetting that. –pg 222
The depiction of Anakin is wonderful, too. He has so many good qualities and talents despite his insecurities and faults. He’s so giving of himself, so quick to try to connect with the people he meets. He deeply admires Obi-Wan even as he gets annoyed with him, and there are some understandably awkward moments when Anakin figures out the history Obi-Wan and Taria share. And seeing Anakin at his best makes what he later becomes seem all the worse.
“I guess you were right after all. I guess I am dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” said Obi-Wan blankly. “What are you talking about?”
“You don’t remember?” [Anakin] shrugged. “Well. It was a long time ago.”
Coruscant at night, awash with brilliant color. A landing platform crowded with the Queen of Naboo’s starship, busy with staff and droids, humming with tension. Young and alone, he was missing his mother so badly, was so angry because the Jedi Council had smashed his dreams to dust. His only hope was Qui-Gon, tall and strong and somehow elemental--a shield and a shelter and a newfound friend. Not like Obi-Wan. He’d been young, then. Impatient, sharp-tongued, and just as angry--because Qui-Gon had said he wanted to train one small, strange boy.
“The boy is dangerous. They all sense it. Why can’t you?”
Anakin shivered, remembering. And then the puzzlement in Obi-Wan’s face faded, replaced with a dawning realization as he remembered too. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, Anakin…”
There was shame in Obi-Wan’s voice. Regret. And shock, to think his fleeting anger, his thoughtless words, could have left such an indelible impression.
But they did, Master Kenobi. They really did. And now I can’t help wondering…were you right, after all?
“Anakin,” said Obi-Wan intently. “Listen to me. I was wrong. In that moment I was hurt, I was angry.” He swallowed. “Anakin, I was jealous.”
Some part of him had always known that. Even as child, abandoned to the care of an astromech droid on that landing platform, he’d felt those hot, roiling emotions in Qui-Gon’s quicksilver apprentice. Even when he’d been too young to understand everything, he’d always understood how other people were feeling. That was just another part of being a Jedi. The Chosen One. The boy who grew up as something more than a boy.
And now, years later, stranded on a planet staring death--or worse--in the face, that boy was a man and the quicksilver apprentice was the man’s former Master. His friend. His brother. His comrade-in-arms.
Strange times.
Anakin shook his head. “Forget it. I never should’ve brought it up.”
“But you did bring it up,” said Obi-Wan. “Anakin, you are not dangerous and you are not responsible for the trouble we’re in now….” –pgs 276-277
“Kenobi!” Master Windu shouted from the corridor. “Have you forgotten what best speed means?”
“Oops,” said Anakin, and extended his hand with a flourish. “After you, Master Kenobi.”
“No, no, Master Skywalker,” he replied. “I insist. After you.”
Side by side, they walked out of the room. –pg 382 (the last lines of the novel)
Also here is a depiction of Bail Organa that makes him a three-dimensional character, a truly admirable man. He worries about the Republic and about his friends Obi-Wan and Padmé. He’s run ragged by his responsibilities and duties. I’ve always wondered how Anakin and Padmé managed to get away with their relationship--but in this story, Bail figures out at least part of what’s going on, which makes sense because he spends so much time with Padmé.
While Padmé does come up with a cunning plan to help the Jedi, her part in the novel isn’t as vivid as some.
The author also makes a good case for the obscuring power of the Dark side. She shows Palpatine conning everyone with his skills in scenes of almost painful dramatic irony. The contrast between his demeanor with others and his warped inner self is stark. His protectiveness of Anakin seems to extend to helping keep others from figuring out what Anakin and Padmé are up to. But it also seems that Anakin’s own Dark side leanings help him keep his secrets, even from Obi-Wan. Though I continued to feel that, while Obi-Wan is aware of Anakin’s and Padmé’s attraction to each other, he just can’t bring himself to believe that they would have ever crossed the line—until it’s far too late.
Yoda has some good scenes, showing what a mastermind he can be while using others’ perceptions of him to his advantage. And there are some good scenes with Mace Windu being fierce and commanding as only he can be.
Anakin’s Jedi Padawan Ahsoka Tano is probably as cute as a teenage Padawan can get, though she isn’t too cute. I was familiar with her from the Clone Wars animated movie but remember her as mostly a tag-along. It’s interesting to see inside her head in this book as she juggles her emotions, trying to reconcile the more expressive and impulsive example she sees in Anakin with the sterner teachings of the older Jedi such as Obi-Wan and Mace. Her rapport with the clone troopers of the 501st is lovely. Both books of this pair depict the clone troopers as real people with quirks in addition to being talented soldiers and pilots. Rex is especially likeable. But, again, dramatic irony causes emotional twinges while reading these passages and thinking about the horrible Order 66.
I would’ve liked to have seen even more of Jedi Taria Damsin. She’s an amazing woman, so strong-willed and centred in the Force, so compassionate, but also a little wild and reckless and sarcastically funny.
The author also did a good job depicting the people of Torbel, a mining town under the thumb of the Separatists. They aren’t cliché villagers but believable people who have had a hard life with very limited resources. I also liked their speech pattern and slang. Suspicious of outsiders, they take Obi-Wan and Anakin in and expect them to prove themselves. Some of them are furious when Obi-Wan’s and Anakin’s cover as men from another part of their planet is blown, and they constantly question the motives of the Jedi and blame them for the further hardships delivered upon the town when the Separatist droids attack. The Jedi drive themselves to the edge of their abilities and endurance in trying to protect and help the townspeople; Anakin nearly kills himself keeping a shield over the town going, while Obi-Wan drains himself healing people.
The situation involving Dr. Bant’ena Fhernan, the scientist coerced into creating a bioweapon for the Separatists (and evil Palpatine and his minions), is resolved in a reasonable way. She was somewhat more likable in the end when she chose to own up to her responsibilities and destroy the lab--although you might say she sort of got off easy instead of continuing to carry the burden of what she’d done.
The Neimoidian Lok Durd, a Separatist general working for Count Dooku and Dr. Fhernan’s captor, is a sadistic coward of the lowest order. He’s so utterly despicable that I found myself hoping he was one of the Neimoidians Anakin (in Darth mode) killed in Revenge of the Sith, because I certainly wasn’t happy that the slime got away. (I did a little research to find out the character comes from the Clone Wars animated stories. I saw the feature-length movie but haven’t watched much of the series.)
This is definitely one of my favourite Star Wars books, and it makes me eager to read more of Karen Miller’s work.