Two things in particular impressed me about this book, the first of which is the author's single-mindedness. The opening chapters are brutal, uncompromising; her hero literally begins with nothing: a baby without parents, or even a name (no one ever bothers to give him one). As an infant he's put naked into a bare stone cell and grows up like a cave animal, alone, in pitch-darkness and only dimly aware that there is an "outside" beyond its walls: food appears at regular intervals (though not always) and he periodically hears distant sounds - applause and jeering. What he is, more or less, is the blank tablet a lot of philosophers and psychologists theorise about: a mind developing with no stimuli, no input. It's a brave way to start your debut novel, saying to hell with received wisdom about what fiction "should" or "shouldn't" have: there's no dialogue and virtually no characterisation for example. It works though, that opening sequence is unputdownable.
The second thing which impressed me was Caffee's imagination. You'd think there'd be nothing at all in that stone box to describe - and I guess a lot of writers would have filled it with the child's own daydreaming, imaginary friends and so on, but not this one. What we get instead is a wealth of detail as Nameless hones his senses and reflexes; and from the almost non-existent clues, he also begins to make some rudimentary sense of his tiny world as the years go by: for instance, he realises that the size of his meals is linked to his own behaviour as punishment and reward - the unstated inference is that someone has been watching him, training him. It turns out they have; finally allowed to emerge from his cell, he finds himself in a larger one: the world of the Arena for which he now trains relentlessly as a gladiator. And if he can survive that, he'll emerge further still - as a free man - out into the even vaster world of the City.
I enjoyed the rest of the story too; the writing itself is very readable and, although it is fantasy, the supernatural element (healing, mentions of the undead) is pretty understated, which suits me fine. But it's that opening sequence that'll live with me the longest - in it, I suddenly realised, we're watching a new author emerging from the dark as well, one as single-minded as her hero I reckon, into the no less brutal Arena of publishing (best of luck!)