An addictive weird-fantasy depicting the brink of change with one foot in the darkness of brewing catastrophe and the other in found-family tenderness, Sky Tracer is a drug-like trip with dragons and magic and unapologetically bloody violence.
"Everything is connected. That much I know. Ümfalla is held together by a thread. Change is in the wind, but I can't pretend understanding. Perhaps everything must fall for another Age to rise."
Welcome to Moore’s nightmarescape mushroom dystopia. Moore writes with an horrific type of beauty, one that reminds me of VanderMeer and Le Guin, and just like those two authors, his prose is the perfect accompaniment to the weird and the dark. This magical combination of borderline poetic text and mild horror fantasy world is, in my opinion, the books strongest asset. I was addicted from page one, and quickly found myself in love with the world and its mystique. Everything feels connected in a way that is as much literal as it is spiritual; as much horrifying as it was beautiful. Dense, fungal and anxiety-inducing landscapes are complemented by the spiritual, sometimes sensual connection between the characters. The bonds between them are a Yang to the worlds Yin. I was in awe of the mushroom focused setting and could tell that the author was clued up on his subject matter, you get the feeling that this is a project of passion as well as ambition. Not only did the mushroomyness of the thing create some wonderfully unique imagery, but it allowed the author to write some hallucinogenic sequences, indulging that part of me which forever craves the feeling of stupor in my fiction. Seriously: more authors should write trip sequences, it’s fantastic when done right.
It is the mystique of the world that drives much of the narrative: ‘What is this “Sky Tracer?”’ The point at which you ask this question is also the point where the world opens up in scale. The initial dose of claustrophobic queasiness, that confused doe-eyed introduction to Ümfalla which sets up the haunting beauty of the scene, begins to open up and reveal what is beyond the mushroom-spore shroud; what’s outside though is merely a different kind of darkness, one where the violence doesn’t yield and the horrors are greater than initially hinted at. I was impressed with the scope of this novel, and I’m eager to continue reading Moore...-do you...-do you see what I did there?
While I’ve so far described just how dark and bloodsoaked this world is, allow this segment to soothe your dread: there is a strong found-family element to this book with heavy focus on identity and belonging, and, admittedly, while my favourite bits were the hellish/beautiful landscape descriptions and overall poeticism of the thing, the bonds formed between the protagonists did truly warm my heart. I’m a fan of both main characters, and of the people they cross paths with. The magical elements of the characters’ in particular made for a refreshing read; I won’t spoil what Moore has worked hard at creating, but I will promise you that it’s much more interesting than wizards casting spells. If you’ve read this book, keep its magic a secret, speak of it only in whispered tones...
Who would I recommend this book to?
Fans of traditional sword-sorcery fantasy with wizards, goblins, action heroes and damsels in distress: avert your eyes. I don’t think there’s much for you here.
For anyone who finds that the fantasy scene is filled with tropey nonsense and you’re forever on the hunt for something special: I urge you to read this book. It is wonderful. This is how fantasy should be done.
“She thought she would see life in some kind of conciliatory light when death was near. Nothingness was ahead, while nebulous regrets followed through the grime.”
I would call myself a “part time” fantasy reader. I find myself reading fantasy about 1/10th of the time, or less, but I am constantly hunting for the gems. I’ve quite a specific taste when it comes to fantasy, namely I need something thick with atmosphere and negative, anxious emotions. None of that happy hero gets the girl lark. This book was my kind of fantasy, for the most part. If I have one complaint its that it does get a bit dialogue-heavy in the final acts, though I don’t think most people would think so. The book also uses lots of mad names, which I found myself skimming over here and there, though it’s not nearly as tryhard as China Miéville’s novels and I’m sure it’s a ‘me’ problem as a mostly non-fantasy guy.
I’ll wrap up the review section by saying thanks, Hayden. This book was sent to me and while I generally neglect to finish review copies owing to their low quality, I was honoured to read this one. It truly was a breath of fresh air and helped get me out of a reading slump.