Asunder by Kerstin Hall
Genre: Fantasy, Horror
Subgenre(s): Secondary World Fantasy, Cosmic Horror
Book Track: Running Away by John Butler Trio
I think there comes a point in every fantasy readers journey where we’ve consumed so many stories and adventures, that we start to feel fatigued when we open a new series or standalone and are faced with now all-too familiar characters, tropes, themes and story beats. Whether it’s grim dark you crave, or swords and sandals, or just good old high fantasy— eventually, most readers come to this barrier of disinterest and begin to pine for something new, invigorating, and bold, told by someone whose imagination offers passage to the rousing unknown.
This is where I’ve been for the last few years, and why I think Secondary World Fantasy has been the antidote for me. Not that traditional fantasy is without it’s merit or capability to amaze and surprise me still— I’ve just found that Secondary World Fantasy challenges my imagination to expand it’s boundaries in the same organic way traditional fantasy once had by focusing more on the spectacle of a unique world and it’s denizens. Instead of explaining to me how the new magic system works, again; it scoffs, then forces me to catch up and figure it out for myself. Instead of the story handing me familiar tropes and character archetypes to grasp onto, it flips the script and forces me to trust and to revel in being lost, for a time, until I've gathered my bearings through the environmental storytelling and non-conforming character work.
At it’s core, this is what Fantasy is all about, is it not? Casting us somewhere uncharted and extraordinary, forcing us to let go of any preconceived notions of what we think is up and down, retraining ourselves within this foreign plain, and stepping forth one foot after the other into the beautiful, oft times wicked, unknown. Kerstin Hall has achieved this renewed sensation of how it felt to read Fantasy for the very first time not once, not twice, but now four times for me. And I think I will forever be in her debt for it. For reminding me, every time, why I always come back and why I fell in love with this genre in the first place. Okay, perhaps I’m a little biased considering I’ve deeply enjoyed each book I’ve read from Kerstin Hall, sure. Thats fair. However, as a fan, I can and will say that Hall has not only matured as a storyteller, but as an editor and a world builder, too. You can feel the fullness and the intricacies of this universe she has created with every page, and often times in the most minuscule of ways; is that headless dog a mode of transportation? You said these lightbulbs are infused with essences of the gods? These drugs are made from whose body fluids? What do you mean some of the gods were killed by the new gods and now you work for one?
In every sense of the phrase, Hall makes you feel like a stranger in a strange land who’s clinging to the tattered knapsack of its protagonist like a sand bur. She creates a world where big ideas of convenience, equality, and prosperity amongst its denizens, is not just realized, but put into practice!
The world has so many cool and practical uses for magic and science! You can feel in every page how Kerstin sat down and thought about inventions that near-utopian societies would want to have or feature in their “perfect” country. Side note: this book is very Mkalis Cycle, Kerstin’s ongoing series of novellas, and it makes me wonder if she plans to have them be connected somehow.
Asunder’s world is definitely its own thing though. It’s a world you’d want to live in, not simply because it’s magical, but because it is progressive. It’s new and exciting, sure enough, but it bears the markings of what dreams may become. What the first phases of an ideal society might look like if science were treated as holy. But it all comes with a price, and often that price is paid with blood, willingly offered, down the throats of eldritch gods— whose acts of malice, retribution, creation, invention, and good fortune, are but a byproduct of their vessels devotion.
Uncharacteristic of my normal reviews, I don’t want to spend any time discussing the potent themes or distinct characters throughout this story, because I truly think they should all be consumed as blindly and uninfluenced as possible. I will say that our lead protagonists, Karys and Ferrain, are a much welcome change, and often reminded me of the two leads in Arkady Martine’s A Memory Called Empire, but by way of the supernatural instead of scientific. The sensual tension and connection between these two individuals, whose fate becomes the close proximity lovers ideal scenario, is compelling and excellent. The queer normatively of this world, too, is something to make note of. This is an element I’ve found that is rarely achieved, without drawing too much attention to it in the narrative, and Hall spins these threads through her tapestry with ease.
By the gods, were the gods cool as hell! It is so difficult not to spend this entire review gushing over the hauntingly beautiful and poignant imagery Hall conjures up with these sacred entities. Here's the thing... I have a soft spot for biblically accurate angels. I was raised Catholic. I grew up with all the famous renaissance paintings and sculptures of scripture, and never once connected to them until I saw a painting of what would be considered as a "biblically accurate" angel. For one reason or another, it really moved me. Not in a “Hail, Jesus—break out the Christ cookies and wine” way... but in that eerie and unsettling way— where you find something to be somehow both beautiful and horrifying.
I consider myself agnostic now and, while I don't believe in a god in the traditional sense, I do feel like IF there are gods, they would be both beautiful and horrifying... unknowable... alien. These are the kinds of gods, goddesses, and other higher powers that Hall births into existence in Asunder. These aren’t your typical heraldic or olympian men and women chiseled in stone— these gods have sharp teeth, weep blood, hunger for belief, and collect the corpses of the old gods to display as trophies. When these gods sing or speak, they pierce the mind and render the flesh immobile as such strange frequencies are incomprehensible to the mortal minds of their subjugated apostles.
This book is not your typical tale of magic and fantasy that you’d find on that table of trending titles at the bookstore. Asunder is the book you find spirited away in the darkest and dustiest corners of an old library’s restricted section. The kind of book that no one knows how, or when, it got there; but, it may or may not be cursed to steal your every waking thought should you peel back it’s (gorgeous) cover and look inside it’s pages. That enough hyperbole for you?
Take everything you thought you know about fantasy, plot, theme, magic, magical deities, and strange, unusual characters, and leave them at the threshold of the front page of this book. There will be familiar elements, no doubt, but Hall will somehow make them feel alien to you— like watching strange science, or a natural phenomenon outside your window. But, trust me when I tell you, you’ve never read a book like Asunder. Full stop. Bring it back and read that again. You’ve never read a book quite like Asunder, and that’s the only mantra you should recite like a prayer as you read this book.
Asunder by Kerstin Hall
Star Rating: 5/5 Stars
Score: 98/100
Review by Nick Kimball