The one-word review: AMAZEBALLS!
The full-length review: SUPER AMAZEBALLS!
I was lucky enough to win an ARC of THE LIAR’S KEY. (Oh, who am I kidding? I engaged in uncontrollable, trance-like begging, in the manner of a pathetic, grovelling type of berserker. I threatened Mark Lawrence that I would write Viking-inspired songs about him and sing them in the amalgamated style of Taylor Swift, Fifty Cent and Placido Domingo. That did it. Never underestimate the lengths a reader would go to for a beloved series.)
This is the second book in the Red Queen trilogy. This review may contain unintentional spoilers for the first book.
By happenstance --or perhaps someone's complex machinations-- Jal and Snorri now possess Loki's key, one said to open any and all doors. Many desire this key and would stop at nothing to get it. Some want it to rule the world, some to destroy it, others for some yet unknown purpose. Snorri intends to use the key to open Death's door and get his family back. Jal wants nothing to do with the key and its inherent dangers, wanting nothing but the resumption to his largely hedonistic lifestyle. This is problematic insofar as Jal and Snorri are still supernaturally linked and Snorri's resolve is strong as iron.
The quest for Death's door leads our heroes to witches and trolls, caves and other hidden places, into doors that magically appear and disappear, even prison. But though Jal and Snorri embark on this quest of their own accord --albeit Jal less enthusiastically-- it is entirely possible that they are actually being manipulated by unseen forces. Even more dangerous is the likelihood that the door they will find opens the way to other than what they seek but rather leads to even greater peril and even destruction or, at the very least, unintended consequences. It also bears noting that the key was fashioned by Loki, trickster extraordinaire, who might be misleading everyone about its function for no reason other than his own amusement.
Jal and Snorri continue to have excellent rapport-- they complement and challenge one another, continue to be the other's foil. Their new companions, Tuttugu and Kara especially, complement the pair even further. They bring out the best –and worst—in each other. All of the characters become more self-aware because of their interaction, particularly their disagreements and differences.
More importantly, THE LIAR'S KEY reveals many events in Jal's past he has no recollection of, had forgotten or deliberately obfuscated. Jal gains new understanding of old events or knowledge where he previously had none. They will provide Jal with his own motivations to pursue the quest though he remains largely hesitant. Circumstances may yet make a hero of the lovable rascal. Or not, if leopards indeed can't change their spots. Only time will tell.
You cannot possibly ask more of a middle book in a series. In fact, I believe THE LIAR'S KEY is a tremendous book in and of itself and better in many respects than its already laudable predecessor. The humor is sharper than Snorri's axe, more beguiling than Jal's syrupy charms, more subtle and finessed than the Silent Sister's schemes. The bit of tongue in cheek with the names of people, places and things also continues to amuse. The story proceeds swiftly yet still remains largely veiled and mysterious and the same air of mystery surrounds many characters—you can never be certain about their true intent. Finally, of course, we continue to be regaled by Mark Lawrence's lyrical prose and touching insights:
On the prevalence of lies: “What if at the core, if you dug deep enough, uncovered every truth...what if at the heart of it all. .. there was a lie, like a worm at the centre of the apple, coiled like Oroborus, just as the secret of men hides coiled at the centre of each piece of you, no matter how fine you slice? Wouldn't that be a fine joke now?”
“A lie can run deeper than strength or wisdom.”
On the nature of man: “The world is shaped by mankind's desires and fears. A war of hope against dread, waged upon a substrate that man himself made malleable though he has long forgotten how. All men and all men's works stand on feet of clay, waiting to be formed and reformed, forged by fear into monsters from the dark core of each soul, waiting to rend the world asunder.”
“A man casts a million shadows, and yet you trap him within such a singular opinion. xxx The wise come into their majority out in the world, amid the muck and pain of living.”
“Throw away too much of your past and you abandon the person who walked those days. When you pare away at yourself you can reinvent, that's true enough, but such whittling always seems to reveal a lesser man, and promises to leave you nothing at the end.”
On the passage of time: “Time still heals all wounds, for now. And the scars left behind are our legacy of remembrance. But pick at it and it will fester and consume you.”
“The breaking of day changes all things, Snorri. Nothing endures beyond the game of the sun. Pile a sufficient weight of mornings upon a thing and it will change. Even the rocks themselves will not outlast the morning.”
On the pain of loss: “Sixty beats of a heart would be enough. If I could hold them. Let them know I came for them no matter what stood in my way. It would be enough. Sixty beats of a heart past that door would outweigh sixty years in this world without them.”
“Anything I had to say seemed shallow beside the depth of his grief. Words are awkward tools at best, too blunt for delicate tasks.”
I was two-thirds of the way into the book on a Sunday evening. I was bug-eyed and tired yet I pressed on beyond a reasonable hour. I finished reading THE LIAR'S KEY past two o'clock in the morning. I might have mourned the lack of sleep but I would have regretted putting the book down even more. Indeed, I might have lost sleep anyway surmising its conclusion had I stopped. This book calls out to you in those moments you are constrained to put it down. Its lines haunt you long after you have noted them. It strains your patience when you reach the final page and become only too aware that a year must pass before the last book. It is THAT good.
And that is no lie.