”Perhaps I was wrong,” she said. “Perhaps stories don’t keep people alive. Perhaps it is things that are mortal, and people who keep them alive, by remembering.”
Wow. Utterly and emphatically: wow. Emery Robin, leave some brain capacity for the rest of us, would you?
This book had some high expectations to live up to, and I honestly think it exceeded them. I fell head over heels for the first book of this series with all its riveting twists, political intrigue, and brilliant character dynamics, and have spent the past two and a half years building up the hype for this sequel in hopes that it would top the first.
And I won’t lie, I was worried that this book wouldn’t rise to the task. Especially while reading the first half. I actually don’t know anyone who has picked up this book (myself included) who has not temporarily DNF’d this book at some point while reading the first half of it. It was hard to get into, it was slow-paced, it was disorienting, I felt overwhelmed by the back-and-forth POVs and narration style, and honestly I missed the snarky sarcastic narration that compelled me through the first book. It was dragging and I was struggling.
HOWEVER. Oh my god, the payoff. Looking back, I actually can’t say this book actually dragged or struggled, it’s just that I didn’t know what I was being handed. In that way, it is much like another sequel that was slow-paced, disorienting, that flipped back-and-forth in narrative style, and that I struggled through because I was missing the snarky sarcastic narration of the main character of the first book. And like Harrow the Ninth, by the end of the book, I was utterly obsessed and had so much more appreciation for all the set up.
I didn’t think it would be possible to become even more in love with this series, but I am enamored and devoted. Emery Robin has expanded the scope of this duology in such a masterful and profound way. The first book had such a lovely relationship with its source material, giving winks to history buffs and Shakespeare nerds, braiding together truth and fiction into a lovely book about legacy and power. But this book has zoomed so far out, weaving layers upon layers of history and literary references, creating a tapestry that showcases the lineage of a singular thread of historical context through its many descendants. This book is about the way a name is a memory is a story is a history is a legacy is an empire, the way a singular idea or person can become the foundation by which cities and worlds and generations are founded on. And most importantly, the way that these stories allow a collapsing of time, so that people worlds or centuries apart find themselves in conversation with each other through the voices that keep these stories alive, even after those voices are no longer alive.
This was truly just an awe-inspiring piece of literature. No matter how many times I found myself once again floored or gasping or baffled by their genius, Emery Robin refused to stop upping the ante each chapter after the next. I could barely fathom the magnitude of scope at play here.
And once again, just because I think I’ll be the only one to mention it: like the first book, this was surprisingly and touchingly Jewish in its most sacred and soft moments. It hit home.
I do understand why this book might not be for everyone. Like I said, I had to put it down for a bit myself. And I will say, it helped a LOT once I started annotating. (Which felt appropriate, considering this book’s thematic exploration of the lives of narratives through many hands and many generations and perspectives.) It is definitely a book that requires locking in and active engagement. (And quite a bit of flipping back and forth going “WAIT WHERE WAS THAT SCENE AGAIN I THINK I KNOW SOMETHING!!”)
But frankly, holy shit. Profound, mind-boggling, smart beyond belief. I am absolutely a disciple of this duology. Emery Robin, thanks for showing me the road down into your country, and I am so happy to be a part of your empire without end.
”I can’t be in a past that never happened,” I said.
“Perhaps not…But history isn’t the past, is it?”
“What is it, then?” I said.
“Memories,” she said.
Thank you SO much to the publisher for sending me a copy of the first book and of this sequel in exchange for my honest review.
CW: death, suicide, character death, poison, blood & gore, violence, imprisonment, injury detail, alcoholism (past), alcohol, sexual content (not graphic), human experimentation, racism/xenophobia, war, grief, death of sibling, death of loved one, decapitation, kidnapping