Reread 2/22/23: I should probably go back and shorten my initial review... but maybe I'll just leave it. I stand by every word. It was really wonderful to go back and reread at a slower pace. Cliopher Mdang is one of my very favorite characters of all time and nine hundred pages with him isn't enough.
A beautiful, beautiful book. I could not love it recommend this series any more.
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Alright, friends. I have a lot to say about this one. I will try to keep it somewhat concise but… yeah, no, I can’t keep it short. (Spoiler alert, this book was UNFATHOMABLY good.)
This is the sequel to The Hands of the Emperor, which I had thought was my favorite read of the year. WRONG, because then I read this: a delightful story about a middle-aged man retiring from his career as civil servant - aka, working very very hard for many years to make the world a better place for EVERYONE, it’s very wholesome - and going on an truly mythical adventure whereupon he discovers the full depths of how capable, clever, and wonderful he is. The first book saw Cliopher begin his personal journey toward merging the two previously separate aspects of his life, his life’s work in the government versus his role as a traditional lorekeeper and cultural leader in his home community, and that continues here too. It is all very heartwarming and tearjerking! And this world is full to the brim with beautiful things, absolutely wonderful bits of culture and humanity and magic. It is a very lovely place to spend many hundreds of pages.
All this ~waves hand at previous paragraph~ I expected. Because this author is incredible and I will follow her wherever she goes. This book could be only this, the review could stop here, and it would still have been my favorite book I read this year by quite a wide margin. So while I hate to spoil this next bit toomuch, I simply can’t discuss this story without bringing up the central relationship in it: two men, who have long cared about each other from the short but very significant distance imposed by their positions, who are free at last to admit and negotiate their love and care for each other. Not only friends, but not exactly lovers, either. A new thing that exists outside the bounds of their own cultures and normative understandings of relationships. Two people saying you are my most important person and it not automatically becoming your garden variety sexual/romantic relationship. Hundreds of pages of build-up to this, during which I thought I was losing my damn mind, because I did not expect to see it.
Because look. These characters live in a queernorm culture, but I’ve read asexual characters before and their stories still typically follow the patterns of romance that other stories do. (Which is not inherently a bad thing. There are a wide variety of experiences out there, yes? And they should all be represented in fiction.) Because of this, I thought that I was reading it wrong. It hurt, too, because how often are any kind of queerplatonic feelings even shown in stories? How many people even dare to imagine them? Even today, in this beautifully expansive age, it felt unlikely. I wasn’t even considering it. So even with the evidence building, with my own perception picking up all the clues, I thought the ball would drop somehow and we would get something different that would be... not bad, exactly. But it would hurt my heart to see it. To get close to that other thing, and then not have it.
But then. Then it was there, right there on the page, explicitly: one character explaining that he had always wanted a partnership grounded in love and trust and support that, very importantly to him, did not have to be about sex. (And this, coming from a man who has been shown to have sexual relationships before, and enjoyed them. This being the thing his heart could scarcely bear to hope for.) And then the other character meeting him there - eventually, and with a lot of talking about it, which was another marvelous thing - meeting him and saying yes. These two characters forging a new path together. This being a very key part of Cliopher’s journey to admit the things he wants, after a lifetime of burying the dreams that would break him to openly hope for. (And the whole thing being SO GODDAMN ROMANTIC. Oh wait, did I just explain why their relationship isn’t a romantic one? Hmm. Did I? What do these words mean? Are these things actually, in reality, always specific to the people present in the relationship? Is it all actually just a sandbox from which we take and use what works for us individually?? Is a lengthy goodreads review the best place to theorize on a/romantic relationship-forming????)
Anyway. I think that this is a very important thing to see in fiction, which is why I’m discussing it in such detail here. And I’m putting my foot down on this one: the relationship between these two characters is different from what we call friendship. If you read this and call it “merely” that, I might want to fight you? I mean, ffs, it’s right there on the page. (All thirteen hundred of them.) But then I do know what it is to not be able to name something, even as you’re seeing/experiencing it. That, specifically, is another thing this story so beautifully showcased: what it is to hide something very fundamentally important from yourself because you don’t know how to hope for something you’ve never seen. How hard it is to name that thing when you have no expectation that you or anyone else will be able to put it into words, let alone understand and accept it.
(A mushy aside: it’s, uh, probably worth mentioning that I cried while reading this book. A lot. Like, full on ugly-sobbing levels of crying, too. I don’t expect that this would be the average reader’s reaction, but I see a lot of myself in Cliopher Mdang. I am still, a week later, feeling more than a bit shaken by the gift that this book was for me, personally.)
Victoria Goddard is possibly unparalleled when it comes to writing about people communicating the hard stuff: their dreams, their disappointments, their regrets and mistakes. It's messy stuff! The people in this series rarely get things right the first time, but they do take the time and dedication to work at it until everyone feels heard and understood. Even if it takes a lifetime. The author confirmed one more book set in this sequence, not to mention other appearances by these characters in the other overlapping stories she writes which are set in the Nine Worlds, and I am so excited to see where it all goes. There are many more adventures to be had, and perhaps even more feelings to be talked over. I can’t wait. <3