The title of John Fultz's new book, "Immaculate Scoundrels" is one of those tricky oxymoronic-sounding tongue twisters that at first dares you to define what it means yet seems to suggest that it means exactly something. It perhaps reminds of a similar title, the eponymous, "Inglorious Bastards" of Quentin Tarantino fame, and that comparison would be apt. For Fultz, like Tarantino, has stuffed his psyche to Baron Harkonnen proportions on a diet of pulp fiction in all its glorious forms and media: From sword & sorcery to wuxia fantasy, from hardboiled noir in the mean streets of the big city to the dusty plains and desolate streets that populate Westerns of the late 50s and 60s, encapsulated best in the works of Leone, Peckinpah and Boetticher.
Much like Tarantino, at his best, takes those youthful loves and elevates his creations from homage into something strange and new, with the start of the Scaleborn Saga, Fultz is...well...just what IS he doing?
In form, this is a "caper" or heist story; a KungFu "Treasure of the Sierra Madre" populated by your favorite D&D adventurers, where the pure-bred humans are both ascendant, and the bad guys...and the Scaleborn, a mestizo offspring of an all-but extinct lizard/snake people (the stock baddies in so much Sword & Sorcery since Robert E. Howard's "The Shadow Kingdom"), the sympathetic underdogs. But that's really only giving you a fast and dirty drop off into this world and this story, which feels a lot like the distillation of the fantasy that Fultz and I, fellow GenXers, were growing up with--where lean, tight sword & sorcery sat on the shelf next to brick-sized epic fantasy and some writers, such as the magnificent Tanith Lee or Glen Cook, wrote series and trilogies that straddled the two worlds, with tight efficient world-building that required the reader's attention and imagination, not a 50 page glossary, and often began small in scope and built steadily in scale.
Like the fiction of that particular era, certainly no one is safe, and one should expect a high body count. In a world with sorcerer's who can prolong their lives for hundreds of years, obliterate cities and use slave soldiers to fight their wars, life is far from fair, and death comes swift and sudden--even to those we've come to think of as heroes. Fultz clearly enjoys writing his battle scenes and there are moments that feel straight out of a KungFu film (or a 60s Western) where the good guys are surrounded by impossible odds, everyone is breathing heavy, there are close-ups of people's faces, and you know it is about to go down.
But this is also a very contemporary work; the writing style is current, Fultz has no problem introducing queer characters as needed as fully realized characters (rather than as oddities or novelties, as they so often were in our youth), and his female protagonist shares center-stage with her male counterpart.
This is a fun book that knows exactly what it is setting out to do and does it. The finale resolves in a reveal that elevates the story from episode to larger tale and also casts one of the main character's entire set of actions and motivations in a new light.
Worth your time.