I was given a complimentary digital copy of this book as part of the SFINCS judging process. My review is honest and my opinions are my own. 9.5/10
Firstly let me say that I know nothing about anime, apart from Studio Ghibli, so I may have missed any hidden references, but it honestly didn’t matter. I absolutely loved this book.
Sistah Samurai tells the story of a day in the life of a badass, black female Samurai warrior with magical abilities, who is tasked with protecting her village from demons.
The eponymous main character is a wonderfully brash older female who just reeks cool – from her shades hiding her failing eyesight and her greying ‘fro kept in place by her clan headband, to her pink lacquer-sheathed swords and her worn kimono. The characterization in this novella is superb. The layers of her personality are revealed via her inner monologue and her interactions with each of the people she comes across on the day we get to spend with this very likeable, motherlike hero. She puts everone else’s needs before her own, is wracked with guilt, yet determined to keep going even though she is worn out and longs to rest. But if she rests who will stop the village from being overrun by the demons?
“They called me Sistah Samurai, but in truth, I was just a tired woman tired of being tired.”
Her world and the mysteries surrounding her are gradually unveiled to the reader as she goes about her daily business. There is no infodump of world-building here, everything is discovered by the reader as she experiences it or as her memories are triggered naturally.
Sistah Samurai uses elemental magic in an intriguing manner. Each day she buys ink made from her own blood, sweat and tears, and uses it to write magical talismans of protection and battle skills. She believes she is the last Sistah left and carries the pain and guilt surrounding the tragedy of her lost clan with her at every moment:
“We used to dance like bouncing crickets around the fields. We used to laugh like fluttering butterflies in the sky. We used to roam like carefree deer, staking safe places where no one constrained our volume or tore down our joy. We made each other stronger, each Sistah another fold in the forging of our blades. Even after each of us was assigned our own daimyos to protect, nothing compared to the riotous hugs we would give one another after not seeing each other for years. Time used to feel so patient and merciful back then.”
She fights her inner demons and also those she encounters in the world, but must stay strong in order to protect her village from not only demons, but also warlords and ink-thieving gangsters.
Imbued with a sense of humour, and an effortlessly cool vibe, this novella is a thoroughly enjoyable read with a powerful message: we must never forget those who have lost their lives fighting for causes we believe in and should say their names and remember them.
The prose is often poetic and vividly paints a picture of a fantasy feudal Japanese-styled community, with cherry blossom used as a metaphor for life:
“Anger was for the youth, and I was mostly just tired now, so tired of burying folks. I wanted to shake the girl and warn her that loss was never-ending, and that no matter how hard we try to prevent it, cherry blossoms always fall.”
I loved the hint at the existence of parallel universes – one of which might just be our own.
A great addition to the novella was a Spotify playlist which helped to set the tone of the story.
I can’t recommend this novella more highly!