A surprisingly modern classic fantasy novel, if that makes sense. It has some darker themes, some morally grey areas, and it feels more mature than most older fantasy. I was about halfway through when I realized I didn't know its publishing date, and was surprised to see that it was 1986. Sure, that is nearly a decade after the juvenile "Sword of Shannara", but this is a good sign. Fantasy for adults, perhaps?
The novel falters starting around the halfway point unfortunately. The early sections of Alv / Elof learning his trade under the harsh tutelage of his wise and sinister benefactor are great. We learn of the difficulties of magic and how it isn't just memorizing spells and blasting away, you have to imbue artifacts with powers by channeling your will over weeks and months of research and effort. Magicians are very powerful but only through nearly superhuman tenacity.
I also enjoyed the constantly shifting cast of characters around Alv. Again, this ends around the halfway point when he meets our Aragorn stand-in and stays with him for the rest of the novel, only picking up another hanger-on or two along the way, and then finally (spoiler) meeting up with nearly all of his former acquaintances in the last 30 pages in an avalanche of coincidences. This is disappointing.
This secondary main character, I don't have the book in front of me and I don't want to look up his name so let's just call him Aragorn, is a tall wanderer, outcast from his home but is fiercely determined to return and defend it from invaders, etc. etc. etc. He is a bit of a Mary Sue (hunter, warrior, sailor, etc) and overstays his welcome quite badly. He starts off as a brooding pirate with a sense of honor and is a fun character, and you think he will be around for a few chapters and Elof will get sent along with a new side character to continue his journey, but not. He's here for the duration. All other characters introduced later in the book are not given enough time as a result (poor Ils...) and the book seems to become more and more Aragorn's story as it goes rather than Elof's.
Once Elof goes out questing things become a lot less focused too. In the first half of the book he is a blacksmith, and that is all. We learn of his craft, we follow along as he grows his new skills. I loved all of that, especially with the darker subtexts all along the way. Elof goes out in the world, plies his trade for a while, and then for the last half of the book it is a little adventure on the Ice, one in the caves, one on a boat, one in a forest. These feel like little vignettes that could easily be excised from the book... but then we would barely have anything to read. The novel turns from an interesting character story about a cow herder becoming a powerful blacksmith-magician, into an endless series of side quests. Disappointing.
The romantic side plot leaves a whole lot to be desired. Elof falls in love, unironically, at first sight of the first girl he's seen in years (?), and she reciprocates, they speak about 20 words to each other, and that's it. He obsesses over her for another 200 pages, they see each other again for another minute and a half and are still madly in love, and that's it. In the entire novel I think they speak less than 50 words to each other and are in the same room for less than half an hour. If this was a less serious novel I would almost think this was satire.
The writing here is good, though a little obtuse. While feeling somewhat modern in its themes and plotting, the author imbues every sentence with 'twains and thees and thous and awkward perhaps archaic sentence structure, which sometimes is fun and other times gets in the way and requires rereading of a sentence or two. Think Tolkien mixed with King James Version Bible type prose. I will admit, I started this book and got about 35 pages in and gave up the first time, and had to go read something easier. I came back to it knowing what I was getting into and enjoyed it much more the second time around. I can imagine many readers less tolerant of this old-fashioned style of writing would not consider it worth the effort, and I can't blame them.
Part of this is the endless dialog, especially towards the last half of the book. Whereas in the first half Alv is lonely and under the sway of a stoic and stern master, once he meets Aragorn it's talk talk talk talk talk. The two adventurers will be hiking through some hills and we will get a nicely written description of the trees, rocks, countryside, etc (very Tolkien-esque), and they will reach the top of a hill and discuss for half a page how far they can see, how different the trees look, how they appreciate each other's help, blah blah blah. Considering the lack of direction in the second half of the novel, this becomes tiresome because you don't want yet another little mini-adventure, or another long conversation, you want some plot development. Seriously... for the last hundred or so pages of the book I didn't even really know their objective. They have to go save the southland, but how? Are they just banking on the Big Bad guy being at the same place they are going? It seems so, and it works out, but it really feels like a lot of pointless traveling without a clear objective.
And so the novel winds down. It is good, but I think the first half feels quite original and interesting while the second half feels like a half-decent Tolkien knock-off. Disappointing.