When Bears Came Bear-ing Fire
There’s a cosmic battle going on here. It’s good versus evil, hey, it’s a fantasy story, except good and evil are ambiguous, which is not to say the book is more thoughtful or provocative than a simple elves-trolls faceoff.
One side is led by The Holy, referred to by his enemies as the Great Tyrant and he does seems to be more tyrant than holy. He’s the Christian God, more or less, the God of the Old Testament and a bit of a curmudgeon. He’s a jealous god, too, as we see here. The Holy recruits a messenger and the Messenger is a vigilante. He decapitates a guy who kidnaps children and sells them into slavery and decapitates another guy who has poisoned a man so he can steal the man’s horse and sure, those are bad people who deserve punishment, but decapitation?
It’s messy.
Then the Holy does something weird.
He sends his messenger out to kill…bears.
That’s right, bears, but these are no ordinary bears. These bears live in a civilized fashion and with language and with fire too, although they haven’t really figured out what to do with fire, other than worship it, no, that’s not it, they don’t worship fire. It seems as if they do but as one of the bears, the king, I think, explains, they only keep the fire burning as a reminder of something or other. Still, the bears aren’t child-snatchers or poisoners. The bears are actually decent enough fellows, bland, but decent, but they are guilty of worshipping the Ancients, four pagan beings who apparently ruled the world before the Holy came along. The Holy is intolerant, that no false gods thing, and so the bears, two in particular, who have set out on a quest to liberate the Ancients, have to die.
Except, of course, they’re not so easy to kill.
So who’s the good guys here? Stay tuned, it’s a trilogy. (Or a tetralogy.)
This book left me with a very powerful image nicely done, the image of one of those big Kodiak bears standing on its hind legs and bellowing with visceral frustration and rage, a “I’ve had all I can take and I’ll take no more” moment. Unfortunately, the book left me with another image. It’s the end of the day, the writer is putting aside his pencils and the characters sit down to relax, following a long day of action (the book is filled with action, or what passes for action.) The bear characters, seated, take off their heads and underneath are…men! Sweaty men, in those hot costumes all day, but men, not bears, because the author never succeeds in getting across how his bears really are bears. Bears can be civilized in a fantasy novel, but they still need to be bears. They need to be different, if only in subtle ways, from men. To be fair, the author did try to make the distinction but he wasn’t convincing and it left me wondering, all through the book, why the characters were dressed up as bears. Why didn’t we just dispense with the bear-suits and make it a man versus man thing, or elves versus trolls.
Something else I wasn’t buying ─ the bears live not too far from men and there’s some contact between the two societies so the men must know the bears have a city. (Bear City is an Aztec-like place, with an eternal flame atop a tall tower but without all those human, or bear, sacrifices.) Don’t the men want to know what to heck is going on over in Bear City? Wouldn’t they have sent out spies? You know, men in bear costumes. The men are surprised to discover the bears can talk but why surprised? If you’ve got a city, you’ve got language. (And if you’ve got fire, why don’t you cook your food instead of eating it raw? Because you’re bears, and you haven’t figured out how your eternal flame might be good for something other than worship.)
The wolves were another missed opportunity. They’re the baddest guys in the forest and they’re wolves, not men dressed like wolves. If you’re going to have talking bears, why not have talking wolves? The leader of the pack could chew on his words, like Cagney in a gangster role and the rest of the wolves could talk out of the sides of their mouths.
The bears are helped along on their quest by a giant crab. The crab attacks the bears and the bears’ human allies, (it’s not complicated, how they became allies, or particularly clever) and there’s a battle. The bears and the men kill the crab and I’m wondering why the crab showed up, then I get it. To move the story along. The crab was looking for dinner too but he seemed to come out of nowhere and honestly, the battle against the giant crab wasn’t really exciting but it served its purpose. After the bears and men kill the crab, it rolls over and crushes a guy’s house and the guy, it turns out, is the guide who’ll send our intrepid heroes along their way. A giant crab demolishing a man’s house would certainly get the man’s attention but what if the crab hadn’t arrived and died and rolled onto the house? Would our heroes have missed the guide’s house? Maybe yes, since it was buried in a sand desert. Or maybe no, since the questers, to continue questing, have to go through the house and into a tunnel leading out of the house. If they hadn’t gone into the house, they’d have missed out and why knock on the door when you can knock down the house with a giant dead crab?
About a third of the way through the book, we’re suddenly lifted out of the world of bears and into a human-inhabited town and here the book picks up steam. We get the backstory of the Messenger, he who decapitates; think the Biblical Job. His name is Edgar. Edgar suffers a lot as a boy, including the death of his beloved dog, (yes, that cliché gets tossed into the pot and there’s another cliché later on ─ a witch who talks and cavorts exactly like Gollum. It came across as character theft.) The Messenger hears voices, most whackos do, and is directed in his bloody business by the voice of the Holy but since the Messenger has already come face to face with the Holy, we know the Messenger’s voices don’t originate inside of himself. He’s not crazy, he’s the sword of God, which doesn’t necessarily make him the good guy.
Overall, this book was more readable than some, less than others, and with so many fantasy quest books out there, authors have to find their own unique twist, and this author’s twist, anthropomorphic bears, while I can’t say it doesn’t work at all, ultimately fails. It fails because the bears were superfluous. It all would have worked as well without them.
The rest of the books in this series are available. This one was free, those aren’t. Will I buy the rest and read them? Probably not. You see, I don’t really care which cosmic force triumphs and having witnessed the death of at least one heroic bear and finding myself unmoved by the death, I’m not inclined to go looking for more.