Disclaimer: I received this book free from Netgalley in return for an unbiased review.
I don’t know what to think about this book. I started out excited to read since I really enjoyed the first book in the series, Child of a Mad God. I shouldn’t be too surprised though because now that I think about it, the first book was difficult for me also in some respects. The story line hinges on the mistreatment of women by a barbaric tribe and that can be a little hard to take, but the main character Aoleyn was excellent and I really came to like her. I was disappointed to start the second book and she is hardly anywhere to be found. But … but … she’s on the cover! Well now I’m bummed out, let’s hope she comes back in some respect later in the book.
So now we are introduced a whole new race of Orc-like characters who are admittedly not as backwards as your typical Tolkien-esque marauders but they strike me as orc-ish. I’ve got an ugly taste in my mouth lately for Orc kind after reading some articles by the inimitable N.K. Jemisin about the subjugation of certain races in fantasy. The fact that so many characters in Reckoning of Fallen Gods have similarities to ancient Maya and Inca people gives me pause. I may have drawn an unintended parallel between these new creatures in the book with orc-kind and the troublesome nature of those archetypes, I’m not really sure. I will admit to some confusion on this front, and a lot of misgivings about where this series is headed.
So there’s that. Then … there are the cocks. “Glorious cocks”. They are installed on thrones, on mountains, and in the wilderness. These “shafts of godly power” serve to remind womanhood of the bro-iness of this world of men and orcs. Bow down to the cock. I said BOW DOWN! So … many … cocks in this book.
So, I started feeling tired. Thankfully, Aoleyn returns to the story, and things start to go right for me again. Aoleyn recognizes that the cocks don’t really matter in the grand scheme of thins. She is a source of power in and of herself, and not in relation to any man. She recognizes that even the rites of the tribe that are reserved for women still just serve to bind them even further to the male members of the tribe. She gets it and she is having none of it.
More stuff happens, and by the end of the book I’m pretty into it again. I still can’t figure out though just what I actually feel about this book. I feel conflicted and a little confused. I wish I knew more about what the author was trying to say here. I think at heart it is a book about a young woman reaching her potential and growing beyond the confines of the society that has ensnared her. It’s … feminist?? It feels like that’s what is happening. Kind of. I hope.
I just wish there were less cocks. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
More Links: The Unbearable Baggage of Orcing by N.K. Jemisin