First of all, I'd like to thank Netgalley and the publisher for providing me with an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Ever since I finished The Watchmaker of Filigree Street last July, this is the book I’ve been more excited to read than any other. Back before even the title had been announced, when all I knew about it was that Natasha Pulley was writing another book, this time about a priest and a gardener in Peru, featuring exploding ducks at some point – and even that much was just what I managed to glean from her tweets – I was already looking forward to it with every fibre of my being, because I can count on one hand the number of books I’ve ever read that captured my heart as instantly and completely as The Watchmaker of Filigree Street did. There’s something about Natasha Pulley’s writing style that just resonates with my entire soul: the painstakingly researched, intricate web of incredibly disparate historical and scientific details are a joy for the mind; the idiosyncrasies that make every character come alive, and the gentle, cosy relationships that unfurl between them, warm my heart to its depths; and the subtle touches of magic, woven together so gradually that you barely notice the process until they coalesce into an entire tapestry of wonders, bewitch my imagination in a way that hardly any other books quite manage. That same style, which captivated me so completely in Watchmaker, is just as much in evidence in The Bedlam Stacks, and I can say with no hesitation whatsoever that this book has firmly cemented Natasha Pulley as one of my all-time favourite authors.
The Bedlam Stacks itself is a slow caress of a book. As most of the other positive reviews on here have mentioned, it requires patience. I read it quite slowly to begin with, because the first half of the book is a gentle meander to be savoured, not rushed. Several chapters read almost like a travelogue, which suits me down to the ground, particularly when the landscapes described are so steeped in myths and traditions and history, but that’s certainly not all this book is. In fact, I read the last third of the book in one single sitting well after midnight, because while it’s somehow just as gentle and full of wonder as the preceding two thirds, it also ratchets up the pace and tension to a level where putting the book down became almost unthinkable. It’s a truly impressive balancing act.
There are two aspects of this book that need to be mentioned individually. First, the characters: as in The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, each of the main characters is drawn in loving detail, with a distinct voice and quirks of personality that make each of them come alive instantly. There’s a cameo from a certain Watchmaker character who well and truly stole the show, and another character perhaps impressed me most with how vividly he came to life despite being described so briefly, given that he only appears in one single flashback chapter, but each and every one of the main characters stole my heart in their own way. Somehow, Natasha Pulley’s characters almost always manage to be quietly likeable, without becoming trite or blurring into each other. I’m also particularly fond of the way she writes dialogue - there are a number of offbeat, deadpan lines which just sound so incredibly human, and remind me of the way I tend to talk to my friends, and I’m always helplessly charmed by them.
And secondly: the magic. As I’ve already mentioned, the magic in this book creeps up on you gradually. There are so many unusual, little-known, borderline fantastical concepts in this book that are entirely based in history or science - the solar storm, the cinchona trees, the markayuq, to name a few - that when things that have no basis in reality, like the candle ivy, start appearing, or when perfectly real things start behaving in ways that they perhaps shouldn’t, it’s almost impossible to quite catch sight of the line separating reality from myth and magic. It’s immersive, and utterly captivating, with scenes scattered through the book that are so powerfully vivid that I know they’ll stay with me for a long, long time. I have to admit though, that for most of the book I thought I had the magic sussed - most of it is telegraphed reasonably strongly, and I thought that I’d managed to predict the majority of it fairly accurately. But there was one more aspect of it that took me completely and utterly by surprise when it was unveiled right as the book was drawing to a close. Just like with everything else, the hints pointing to it had been scattered through the entire book, but they were subtler, and the payoff took my breath clean away.
As for the story itself, I was surprised and delighted by how many of its themes were ones that I find particularly fascinating. There was an emphasis on language throughout, and several passages about translation that, as a professional translator myself, startled me with their perceptiveness and insight. But more than anything else, this is a book about borders - physical borders, uncrossable borders, arbitrary borders, cultural borders, spiritual borders, borders between people, temporal borders, and the ways those borders can be overcome, so that connections can be found and forged in the unlikeliest of places.
All in all, I would highly recommend The Bedlam Stacks to anyone who’s willing to take it for what it is: a fairly slow-paced, quietly magical, sometimes thrilling, wonderfully whimsical, deeply human tale of how time changes all of us, but some more than others. I truly cannot wait to see what Natasha Pulley will write next.