4.25 stars
This book kind of snuck up on me in that it’s not something that I tend to pick up all that frequently. But the idea of grifting and con artists in the American West just before the turn of the 20th century intrigued me, and I have to say this was definitely a fascinating read.
Firstly because this spans so many genres: there’s the obvious historical setting, fantastical aspects, literary roots, western vibes and a mystery at its core. And they all seamlessly coexist because the writing just kind of sweeps you away into the story about a fire in a hotel in Spokane Falls pre-statehood. It’s a world far removed from technology and science only in that those serve as either setting pieces or a means for characters to exert their will.
The interludes and titled chapters were a treat; easily my favourite parts of the novel, they sprang up out of the plot without warning but with a focused intent. And the way the prologue and epilogue tied the three parts together was so well done. I found myself thinking about how effectively the narrative was delivered by the end of it all and I’m still really impressed with the execution.
This is a story written in the era of the snake oil salesmen. And it delivers overtly but still in a masterful manner because there’s a lovely beat of humour embedded throughout the story by way of hypocrisy.
The characters are an interesting sort, outcasts in their own way, and brought together to interact in a curious manner. I had thought there would be some sort of grift that all three take part in, but that wasn’t the case. Slow paced and character driven, this is a story divided into its parts, specifically it’s character perspectives.
We begin with Barton, who is an extremely unlikeable incel. He was a nice guy before the term nice guy was ever used in such a derogatory context. And you’re not supposed to like him. Through him, you get to see the lay of the land from the perspective of the weakest character when it comes to criminality, and I mean that literally. Barton is weak-minded despite his intelligence, a coward with a greedy heart and the kind of delusional that’s derived from too little of listening to what others are saying and too many conversations with one’s self and only one’s self. He was a man who grew up expecting the world to owe him simply for existing, and when he was not served trust and respect on a silver platter he took it as a personal affront; hence the suicidal thoughts and drastic get rich real quick scheme. He was clearly the first type of criminal mentioned in the prologue, and despite knowing how his tale was going to end based on the synopsis of the inside cover, it was incredibly offputting getting to see the criminality shine through his actions because his thoughts were truly toxic.
Quake, on the other hand, while still very much a man not of means but of opportunity was a con man with scruples, and it made him infinitely more endearing than Barton. Quake’s interactions with Barton displayed a more human side to the grifter; he had a heart in spite of his mastery of manipulation and it was often at odds with his more selfish tendencies. Quake was the second type of criminal described in the prologue, and you could see how unfulfilling his journey would end up being in spite of his ever-present charm.
The last part, Roslyn’s part, fell flat for me though. Getting her backstory and seeing her come to terms with being a certain kind of woman, and her magical abilities was definitely worthwhile, and I even enjoyed her perspective, especially the magical elements and how they pushed her to imbibe as a vice to dull the world around her. She had no purpose in spite of her talents, no drive, no idea what she wanted to do with her life initially and so merely existed. Her interactions with Barton and Quake allowed her to find purpose and redemption even as the last type of criminal referred to in the prologue, but I was left feeling like I never got the full picture with her. It’s not that I wanted some level of closure, because the epilogue definitely provided me with that. But I just didn’t understand what message her perspective was supposed to impart to me as a reader.
However, this was still a fantastic character exploration. A good author makes you feel things about their characters. A great author makes you feel for them, makes you feel things about them because they’ve managed to forge any sort of emotional attachment to you. Krow does this in a very slow methodical way that unfurls without ever becoming a rising crescendo. Even Spokane Falls becomes a character in and of itself, cloying and suffocating all three individuals until eventually they all leave its borders. And it does do in a manner worth discussing.
I think the writing was magical. And it’s defining feature is how the magical elements are developed within the story, in this sort of rolling fog that just sort of creeps up on you. It settles in slowly and you don’t even realize it until you’re hit with prostitutes levitating.
I don’t think that this was a perfect novel, but for one with such strong literary roots, I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I did. And even though I have absolutely no idea to recommend this to, I think if you’re looking for a read that will make you ponder it’s contents well after finishing it, this one could be a solid choice.