Dusting off my shelves, I saw that I still own this book and came to see what I had thought of it. I didn't realise I had never written a review. I don't think the book is worth the time investment a reread demands only to be able to review it, so this assortment of more or less coherent thoughts I'm putting forth will have to do.
Ignore the five stars, please. That was old Marquise, not current-day Marquise.
I'm never entirely sure whether it was LOTR or this that was my first-ever Fantasy book. Memory says it was The Lions of Al-Rassan, but it could've been The Fellowship of the Ring just as well. They were both read on the same year, very close together, probably superimposed or read at the same time for all I know. It's been so long, details are fuzzy.
Why is it important what my first Fantasy was? Primarily because of the milestone. I used to not read Fantasy at all up until approximately 2009 BGR (Before Goodreads). It had been ingrained into me that Fantasy was 'low-brow' and unfit for and unworthy of someone with my level of education and culture (yeah, that's a nice way to say I was taught to be a literary snob), and I followed the implicitly enforced dictum by never looking at Fantasy books. Not that it was hard to do, there's so many books and so many genres.
Then, in waltzed Guy Gavriel Kay (and/or J. R. R. Tolkien, whoever got to me first) and broke my glass casket with a hammer and kidnapped me from my comfortable cocoon of bookish snobbery.
Do I remember how it happened? Yeah, quite vividly. The story is long and full of too personal details, but the short version is that I picked The Lions of Al-Rassan up because of a lapse of judgment. What?! Just as you read: I chose this book because I made a mistake. I thought it was a historical novel about the life of Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar, El Cid.
You can't blame me when Kay named his protagonist Rodrigo Belmonte too, and the place this novel is set in has the very unsubtle name of Esperana, and the invented ethnicities are the Jaddites, the Asherites, and the Kindath, all living together in the golden days before Osama bin Laden when folks had politically incorrect surnames such as Matamoros (Moorslayer) and all three groups in Al-Andalus (sorry, Al-Rassan) had a gentleman's agreement to periodically kill each other over whose interpretation of a certain sacred book was The Truth. A tradition that hasn't died out yet, from what you see in the news.
Oh, and lots of sex. Ridiculous sex. Because of course you can't have El Cid be bad in bed. What would become of Antonio Banderas if the Latin Lover reputation was all made up, mmm? And because Al-Andalus (sorry, Al-Rassan) was such a utopian paradise before the Sea Witch Ursula von der Leyen ruined Europe, our boy Ammar ibn Khairan also has to have his own share of ridiculous sex scenes too. We can't have a Moor (sorry, an Asherite) be less in bed than a Christian (sorry, a Jaddite), that would be racist! And because we all want peace in Gaza and preferably Bibi to hang, our boy Ammar's love interest has to be a very smart (she's a doctor) and very horny Jewish (sorry, a Kindath) lady. But why wouldn't Ammar fall for a fellow Asherite or even a Jaddite? Don't ask me, I want peace in Gaza.
Unfortunately for us, the Ammar vs Rodrigo duel to settle the quesion of who of the three tribes is right doesn't go as expected, and we have continued fighting ever since over basically the same stuff.
Maybe it's a good idea that I don't plan to reread this, I'm starting to think . . .
Maybe it's not a good idea to review books you read decades ago from memory, I'm also starting to think . . .
Anyway, where was I? The book's plot, yes. I did like the book for mostly three reasons:
- One, Kay's writing and storytelling style is engaging and fluid. Very easy to read. He may suck at certain aspects (hide his computer when he's trying to come up with sex scenes, please) and his characters tend to be one-note and too perfect in this book, but he sure knows how to tell a story.
- Two, the real history was easy to guess. Too easy, I'd say, so long as you are familiar with the inspiration history. You know a bit about the city-caliphates of Al-Andalus and their 800 years long dispute with the Christian kingdoms of Spain? You're all set! You've also read "Ivanhoe" and "The Poem of El Cid"? Wonderful, you're going to have a fantastic fangirling session spotting all the inspirations and homages.
- Three, Ammar ibn Khairan. He's a Mary Sue, but goodness is he an interesting Mary Sue. Read: hot chap. Doesn't hurt that he's easy to envision as Oded Fehr circa "The Mummy."
Does that mean I'd recommend this book nowadays? Well, it depends. On what? Lemme think...
- Were you on the camp that wanted Rebecca of York to elope with Sir Brian off into the sunset and live (semi-)happily ever after in Spain as Lady de Bois-Gilbert? You may like this for Jehane bet Ishak, who is Kay's version of Rebecca.
- Do you mind a Muslim-Christian-Jew threesome, er, love triangle plot? If you do, this book isn't for you.
- Do you like barely-disguised real history masquerading as Fantasy with no magic, no elves, no dwarves, no spiders? Yeah, if you can only digest Low Fantasy, this is for you. For me, although this book wasn't as influential and life-defining as Tolkien's, I do owe Guy Gavriel Kay a debt of gratitude for shaping my literary tastes into what they became: to date, I'm pretty much a Low Fantasy, no-magic, very folkloric, very historical type of Fantasy reader. My tolerance for mainstream and High Fantasy is rather shaky.
- Do you like political and court intrigue mixed with adventure in a world that feels real and lived-in? Welcome to this book, you'll have all that. But don't expect too much of the characters, Kay has made them more complex as he gained experience as a writer with more books published, but the characters here aren't layered or complex; they're very much stereotypes of the three Al-Andalus peoples.
Yeah, I do think I'll keep this book for the nostalgia, the milestone, the good memories, regardless of whether I reread it one day or not.