There’s this book called Goblin. It’s about a goblin.
I don’t mind telling you, I’m awfully keen on goblins.
Spicy is a young hunter in a goblin tribe. He’s not much of a hunter, especially after making a hash of the last hunt. He’d rather learn books with the local sage, but it’s Spicy’s sister Thistle who’s destined to be the sage’s apprentice.
But after a party of human marauders lay waste to his village, it seems like more than a goblin kid can handle.
Reading Goblin, one quickly finds that the writing is a bit staid. It’s soundly put together and doesn’t drag, but it also never really lights up or stirs grand emotion. It can be best put as “efficient.”
A certain grim tone permeates the plot. When it begins with the protagonist being taken prisoner while his village is wiped out, that’s perhaps expected. But Spicy’s own trials throughout the narrative lays on his difficulties pretty thick, and it never really becomes hopeful or allows extended levity. Mostly, the character’s triumphs come from not being dead yet.
The characterization of the cast also seems vaguely ill-tempered. Everyone acts in such a way as to suggest selfish intent, but events then don’t play out that way. It creates a certain unease in the reader. It’s most pronounced with Spicy: his actions seem motivated by different amounts of self-preservation, opportunism, and cold pragmatism. There’s a faint undercurrent of courage about him, but it’s inexpertly expressed when most of his interactions are him disagreeing with people and trying to order them around.
In spite of all that, it’s an appealing adventure. Spicy makes allies on his quest, does his best for his loved ones, and the stakes escalate reasonably as it goes on. The fantasy elements stay restrained and digestible, and the story is well-paced. Spicy is an appealing protagonist, and it feels like he goes stronger by his own wit and effort, which is rare in this genre.
The start is a bit wobbly and doesn’t take many chances, but for any goblin enthusiast, it’s a promising opener.