4.5/5 stars
(arc copy)
Nowadays it is quite difficult to find a book that feels unique. It is harder still to stumble upon a story that keeps surprising you, up until its very end. For the first time in a while, I could not predict how the story was going to end, nor could I see the plot twists and revelations coming.
To me, reading Madi Gologranc’s “The Art of Deception” was an experience similar to seeing Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night” for the first time. It belongs to that magical universe of art that makes your heart race and your thoughts spiral, because at first you do not first understand it completely, but you feel the need to explore it until you do. You want to keep reading it until it all makes sense - and then you want more.
When I entered the elusive and mysterious Dreadmore Manor, I expected a dark academia setting, with a high stakes magical competition and a rivals-to-lovers romantic subplot. While all that is true, there are no doubts that the story told in this book is much deeper. It is a grand exploration of love in all its facets: self-love (and acceptance of one’s ambitions and flaws, of one’s desires and fears), romantic love (and its strength against all odds), friendship (even under the direst of circumstances); but also how art is nothing short of our way to express what we feel in relation to both our emotions and how we perceive the events that surround us. We are history’s writers and its keepers, via what we choose to document and preserve. While we might be able to deceive others, we are also quite apt at deceiving ourselves.
(And I will have to become quite good at the art of deception, if I want to manage to convince myself I can wait patiently for the sequel.)
That said, I have to commend the author’s originality in creating a never-seen before magic system. It is so unique that it took me some chapters to really grasp it, but I believe this was also intentional - the underlying theme of the story is that you need to work for knowledge, and need to apply yourself to understand it. I truly loved how central artwork was to the workings of magic and how intrinsic the paintings and sculptures were to the characters’ abilities. I was soon absorbed by the universe described by the author, so much so that I felt like my own love for art was revitalised.
Another commendable choice was adding many footnotes to the chapters: on the one hand, it added to the book’s originality, for I had never seen an author deploy this writing style (and so amazingly at that); on the other hand, it also fitted to the academic vibe of the story, and was reminiscent of the main character’s scholastic studies.
However, the strongest point of the book is perhaps its main character: Alexandria Blanchet is not your now-typical and stereotypical female protagonist. She is strong and resilient not because she can pack a punch, or because she is sassy and irreverent, but because she is determined to be true to herself and to her kindness - finally someone has the courage to paint a soft and kind but yet strong-willed and smart female character! I adored her quiet strength, I longed to understand her brilliant mind and I envied her courage in facing all the trials she is put through. She is easy to love, easier still to root for: she is kind, and brilliant; her intelligence is breath-taking.
I also need to mention her rivals: I did not think I would end up attached to all of them - but I did. Even the least likable one of the four (the allegedly cold, calculating Tessa) managed to worm her way into my heart. And though Evander is swoon-worthy and quite irresistible (his words made me cry more than once), I have to say that Theodore is the one that stole my heart (yes, I’d date him and no, I do not want to dwell on what it means about me). I will dearly miss them - until they are returned to me in the next instalment of the series. (Which cannot come soon enough!)
Lastly, the writing style was utterly capable of capturing me and bringing me straight into the story. The descriptions were beautiful (though not overly long) and the dialogues immersive - I really did feel like I was in the room with Alexandria. Some passages hit me so deep I read them twice or thrice - I felt so seen and understood by the author’s depiction of universal yet complicated feelings that I immediately needed to feel those words resonate within me again.
To put it shortly: I was utterly impressed by Madi Gologranc’s debut novel, and I cannot wait to read more of her work - whether in this universe or in whichever she wishes to transport me in next.