Don't say I didn’t warn you / I'm something like a shadow / It takes a ghost to know one / And we're so good when we’re in motion (Shadow – Carly Rae Jepsen).
I’m always hesitant to use the word “brilliant” as a descriptor for the things I read because, to me, it’s a special word that should be reserved for the kinds of stories that have a profound and visceral impact. Got to save it for the all-timers, you know? Well... yeah, this book is brilliant. No sarcasm. I’m not exaggerating when I say that this is one of the best books I’ve ever read and I’m honestly at a loss for words here. Hm, where to start, where to start? I don’t know… how about I rant about the idea of “plot armor?” Whenever I’m looking up reviews for stories that are “realistic” (don’t worry, I’m not vague-posting about anyone here on Goodreads), a common criticism that always crops up is that all the main characters have a crazy amount of plot armor and the fact that we know that the heroes won’t die removes all tension from the story. “Oh, they lived after that lethal blow because of plot armor” or “the villain didn’t finish them off in this moment because of plot armor, blah blah blah.” I mean, sure, everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, but to me, the term “plot armor” has become synonymous with like… just having a main character. When I’m reading something, it’s never bothered me if the main character didn't die. Not once. Yeah dude, the protagonist lives throughout the entire thing, what a surprise. You know what happens if they don’t? The story ends, full stop, no characters… no more story! This whole “subverting expectations,” “anyone can die” style of writing feels more like a poison rather than something that’s actually breathing new life into the art of storytelling. Everything’s got to be gritty and edgy and needs to stomp on the notions of hope and goodness. They're naïve sentiments and you should feel bad for thinking you'd get a happy ending. –"Fantasy for people who don't like fantasy"– That smug superiority? I blame Game of Thrones. Ahh damn, here I go again. I’ll keep it brief, but when you tackle your story with the mindset that you need to subvert expectations, and strive to do so at every turn, not only does your story ironically become just as predictable than if you were following convention, but the final project will almost always be unsatisfying to the audience. Sure, you might have surprised us, but maybe we only didn’t see that coming because we didn’t think the writing would be that stupid! Turns out that tropes do exist for a reason. Wow, who would have thought that people really hate it when their favorite characters are killed off purely for shock value? Look, in no way am I against character deaths, and a lot of the times it can elevate a story to greater heights, but I just think it’s often used as a lazy narrative device for writers to fall back on when they believe that it’s the only way to add stakes and gravity to the story.
Spoilers, I guess, but this is my way of saying that I really liked how all the major players in this book made it out to the end. Uh oh, I guess this comparison isn’t going to be brief at all, but Game of Thrones also had this cynical, bitter through-line that people can never change and they’re foolish to even try. Again, spoilers for season eight of that show, but there was a character named Missandei who starts the show as a slave and ends her journey dying in chains. I'm not going to unpack why that’s literally one of the worst ways to write a character, but my main takeaway is that it’s just an ugly and mean way to finish a character's arc. Ugly and mean, that's Game of Thrones in a nutshell. In Master of Restless Shadows (this book!), Ariz is in a very similar situation, but their arcs couldn’t have diverged in more different ways. Whereas Game of Thrones uses Missandei as a tool, in-universe and out, for another’s character development, Ariz is treated with nothing but empathy and concern throughout the narrative. One screams “Well bud, that's just the way the world is, accept your fate!!” and the latter dares to quite literally say, “hey, fuck you fate, what if things could be better? What then!?” The ideas of complacency and cruel indifference are spared no second thoughts here, and for that, Master of Restless Shadows is unmatched. Of course, there’s always a time and place for darker fiction, but that’s exactly what this book and its predecessor is; dark fiction without soul-crushing dread. It’s also important to remember that you can have incredibly bleak situations in your story without the story becoming about how bleak the world is. Otherwise, despite its hopeful message, there were some things in this book that had me covering my eyes more than any horror movie could ever hope to do so. The blood-curling villains in this book could seriously give the greats a run for their money. Darth Vader, Walter White, ...Ted Mosby, they can go ahead and move aside because Hierro Fueres is here to take the crown! Seriously though, fuck him. His involvement so smartly written because he’s normally the kind of villain that presents a problem that can only be solved with the word starting with a “g” and ending in a “uillotine,” but there were actually really good story reasons as to why they couldn’t just get rid of him right away. While he’s the most personal enemy by far, and with how arrogant and vile he was, the fact that his death remains almost inconsequential in the greater scheme of things was actually incredibly satisfying. Ahh yes, hello again, beautiful poetic justice. His death isn’t given any fanfare, and why should it? The man wasn’t a God, just a bully. And the way Fedeles and Ariz manage a beautiful love-story while the latter is enthralled by Hierro? Good stuff. Normally, I find most reunion type kissing scenes to be ill placed and flat, but here it really was something to be remembered. Relief and adoration flooded the page.
I kissed you, it was instinct / Sometimes it's better off to not think.
But I think I've spent more than enough time on comparisons to things that are worse by a wide margin, because I think I’m coming across as weirdly hostile in a review for a book that I have nothing but love for. Positive thinking, yay! First of all, the characters were perfect, and kissing scenes besides, Ariz and Fedeles being wonderful was noteworthy because most the time it's a hard won battle for a book to get me to like the main couple, let alone the B-sides, so cheers to that. But if I were being totally honest, all candid mode, I really was mostly here for Narsi and Atreau! I could seriously read a million books following just them doing nothing in particular. I almost always hate epilogues, but when I saw that there were even more pages with my dudes, I was overjoyed. Hell yeah, more time with the boys! A couple of lads, “lad-ing” around. I think I’ve been resisting the urge to come across as a complete fanboy this whole review and I’ve probably failed, so I might as well go all out now. No stopping it now! You know why I think Narsi is such a great character? It's because he’s a Disney Princess in a cruel, cruel world, yet he’s never punished or treated like he’s too simple and dim by the narrative. His kindness is something to be aspired to, not laughed at and ridiculed at every turn, or dismissed outright in a way that more common in Low Fantasy. In a story full of manipulators and monsters, he stands out by simply being a good person. I’ve said as much before, but there’s also a good reason in-universe as to why Narsi is so likable and adored by the reader (but mostly just me) and the characters in the story, it's that he literally has to be. His people are always under scrutiny and any act they commit, be it benevolent or nefarious, will always be under immense scrutiny, studied under a magnifying glass by bigots and fence-sitting onlookers alike. As he gains greater prominence and status in the story, any wrong move on his end and the chances of escalating the racial violence against his people also increases tenfold. The sad reality is that oftentimes, in this fantasy world and the one we live in, one person’s actions are unfairly attributed to their race as a whole. But I’ve already talked about how his “walking-between-two-worlds” thing is something that many people of mixed-race heritage go through, so I'll try not to repeat myself too much. What else to say, what else to say? Oh yeah, he's also super relatable because he’s basically always just one more wild ass event away from having a full-on panic attack. Yet, in everyone else’s pov chapters, he’s in complete stone-face-mode, like a sphinx. He’d be going about his business normally, but on the inside his heart rate would be the same as someone being hunted for sport. He truly continues to be the people’s champion. My hero!
Though, I can’t really talk about him without mentioning his worse half, Atreau. And yup, I still loved him this time around! And because of his presence, the gravity of the situation never felt too heavy. Which helped immensely, because this book remains just a whole lot of fun to read. It’s rare that the “comic relief” guy is also the source of most of the romantic pining I've ever seen in a book. And I like how he spent a lot of his time away from Narsi at the beginning, because when they do finally meet up again, it’s a non-stop roller-coaster ride right up until the epilogue (that I uncharacteristically loved). Fantastic payoff. You’d think it'd get a little old by the millionth time they narrowly escape mortal danger simply by playing everyone like Atari, or how they always seem to find themselves crawling through gross secret tunnels, but… nope. It was a delight every single time! The book doesn’t go out of its way to be funny, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the increasing absurdities of their situation. They’re supposed to be the non-magical, normal ones, but whenever Atreau and Narsi are apart, they seemed to be competing with each other as to who can get up to the most illegal enterprises. I also loved how Narsi was originally the one with a crush, but he’s completely cool and normal about it, while over there, we’ve got Mr. Famous Writer, Areau, as the smitten one, following Narsi around like a lost puppy. Or how a large portion of the plot involves a play he’s writing with Narsi as one of the extras (so he can keep a close eye on him), and what starts out as a bit part, slowly turns into a lead role. Not because Narsi’s a good actor (he’s terrible, actually), but because Atreau uses it as an excuse to stare at him unabashedly. He's in love! You swoon, you sigh. Why deny it? Uh-oh! I didn’t really have a point here, I just thought that was really sweet. Makes my poor heart burst into flames. Is it totally obvious yet that my favorite thing in the world is a player in love? He’s great, and while he tries to be pragmatic and soulless, at the end of the day, he’s loyal to a fault. Never switching sides, only angles. This is getting pretty long, so I’ll try to wrap this jumbled mess up in some semblance of a bow. Oh, I know. I’ll just list a bunch of things that I liked, that always works! Um, I liked how it was often harrowing and real, but ultimately hopeful and kind. I liked how all the main characters from the previous books showed up to help out in the final battle like they were assembling the gay Avengers. And I especially loved how underneath all the scheming and complicated plots, what actually saved the world in the end was an accidental kindness and a childhood promise. Worldly devastation on a grand scale thwarted by the power of love? I can dig it. I’m a new fan, but Ginn Hale has written some of the most brilliant books I’ve ever read, and I truly, truly, mean that. No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony.
“If pure reason wouldn’t move them, then he’d bring his arguments to bear through song, art, and literature. He’d make his ideals light up stages and fill bookshelves.”
Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again, we’re talking about a book so good I had to read it twice:
Did you know that they’re calling Master of Restless Shadows the best book ever written? Who’s “they” you ask? Oh well… you know… them! If I ever were to impart some kind of advice to another person, my "fly, you fools!" moment would be me telling people that “you definitely should delete Twitter!” Wait, that wasn’t what I was going to say. I mean, you totally should, but… oh yeah! Also, you should stop what you’re doing right now and read Master of Restless Shadows as soon as you’re able! It’s important! You've got to!! I really do think that at this point, I'm this book's biggest fan and you know what? Sure, I'll gladly take on the title. "I want the title, I wanna be known as your girl" and all that. Anyway, I know I only read this for the first time a year ago, but it’s wild to at just how little my love for it hasn’t dulled even in the slightest. All the twists still had me doing The Twist, the characters were still the best ever to be put on the page, and the ending still had me turning on the water-works. We've got a repeat performance here! And speaking of performers, Master of Restless Shadows sheds a little light on a secret so universal that even Ari and Dante knew about it: being a theater kid can save the world from bigotry? Hey, it’s more likely than you’d think. But be very careful with the idea so that things don’t get a little too out of hand like a Hamilton kind of deal! I’m kind of joking, but I do often have gripes whenever a book pontificates about the importance of literature and art in its ending act without showing us exactly why they’re so important (Game of Thrones season eight… sorry, I had to do it), and more often than not they can come across more as sanctimonious and pompous rather than impactful. And that’s exactly why this book succeeds where others fail! Master of Restless Shadows puts its money where its mouth is and goes through the painstaking process of expressing that art can save the fucking world if pressed. So yeah, I loved this the same if not more than the first time, and I know this doesn’t mean much coming from me because I don’t do well with any kind of ending, but I found myself particularly sad after realizing Master of Restless Shadows has finally come to an end. Again. I guess all that's left to say is a resounding, “So long, farewell, to you my friend. Goodbye, for now, until we meet again!”
Oh wait, here are some miscellaneous thoughts:
• Ariz is on some Howl’s Moving Castle type shit (he can turn into a bird now).
• Ahhh Fedeles, the man that you aren’t.
• Yes, I changed the lyrics I referenced in this review from Hozier to Carly Rae Jepsen. Sorry Hozier, but you've got to make room for the queen.
• I think I found Narsi’s situation, being surrounded by snakes who want him dead for who he is, especially tense during the reread because it’s something I know intimately well as a man in Seattle who doesn’t like Macklemore.
• I haven’t read the books prior to the Master of Restless Shadows duology yet because I was worried that I wouldn’t like them as much without Narsi, but I just need more of Ginn Hale’s writing, so I’m going to get right on that!
I want to tell you something so hard to say / I think you might already know / I think about you almost every day / There's not a place that you don't go.