I am a long-time reader of Ms. King (since I was in middle school and she wasn't yet on bestseller's shelves), and there was little chance I wouldn't love her latest volume in the life of Mary Russell. (In fact, I sat down and read the ARC in one sitting, as I had been trying to resist doing - in deference to an imminent med school exam - since I anticipated its arrival a few weeks ago.)
But I am happy to say it earns its five-star rating on its own merits: an exciting, constantly surprising plot; new characters full of life and complexity; and old characters still inspiring the attachment that has held the series for ten books, but also injecting some delightful novelty.
The God of the Hive is a direct continuation of Ms. King's previous, excellent (though frustratingly cliffhanger-ed) work, The Language of Bees; I'll try to refrain from giving away spoilers of either of these tightly-paired books. The former was somewhat sapped by too great a focus on the novelty of the sudden emergence of Holmes's son, as well as the annoyance of a cultist's irrational actions (as well as his cliched attachment to human sacrifice and self-written, egotistical meanderings). This volume refreshingly returns to the fast-paced action of Locked Rooms, as well as spending more time on the actions and thoughts of her strongest character, Mary Russell.
The plot concerns loose ends that were left in the previous book - but not, in main, the ones expected, which once again proves the genius of Ms. King. A darker, much more expansive - dare I say, nearly omniscient hand - lies behind the evil in Language of Bees. With both Holmes and Russell scrambling to simply survive against an enemy who seems to know their every move, despite escape to Holland or the last wilds of England, the book can scarcely be more of a page-turner. It is a kind of excitement rare in modern fiction - that based on intricacies of the mind of "Moriarty" thwarting those of our larger-than-life detectives, and bringing to mind the fascination readers had with Patricia Donleavy, of The Beekeeper's Apprentice, Ms. King's first (and, in my opinion, best) work.
In a deep surprise to me, Ms. King also manages a master feat of fleshing out new characters, including Mycroft Holmes. He who long assumed a background deus ex machina role, even - or perhaps especially? - in the canon, is a shining light in this book. And The Green Man, who was at one time the eponymous character of the book is a similar tour de force in his own right. His background is shaky, but his characterization as a man of Nature in spirit as well as experience is exceptional. Spritish irrationality combined with deeply-felt loyalty builds a wonderfully fun, surprising, and - dare I say - lovable character.
Loyalty is a watchword, as well as faith - and their difference - throughout the book; subtleties run deep with these as a theme, from the villains to the protagonists. Faith has always been writ large in these novels of detection, as Ms. King's writes them, and it seems clear she ruminated long and hard on the topic as she wrote this volume: faith in one's ability to solve the myriad puzzles that come up during "the case," in one's friends' ability *and* persistence to solve them (and subsequently provide rescue), and in one's understanding of human nature, to size up enemies and allies. It seems to have many meanings to the author, which makes sense in the light of Russell's work in theology - and Ms. King's.
I did find things to criticize, despite enjoying the book as much as I did. Ms. King changed many elements of her style to develop this book, which is rather more of a thriller (or perhaps simply set on a faster timetable that previous volumes) than any of her others. Her page-long chapters, intended to give a view of non-main characters' thoughts and actions, did indeed keep the pace quick. But the windows she gave us into those characters' minds made the omission of information that would have been readily available to multiple of them for the majority of the book particularly glaring. A desire by Ms. King to build an exciting, internal cliffhanger proved too great - it pulled the usual firm construction of her plots awry, such that she needed to obscure by omission what is normally obscured by additional time to discovery. I hate to write it, but it felt a little akin to Dan Brown. Mistakes by Russell that clearly are written in to allow the reveal of the book are minor, but glaring in the context of how few she generally makes; this makes the climax a little bittersweet.
As has been felt by many of Ms. King's readers, Russell was at her best during Ms. King's earliest works, when she was growing into her strength as an adult and detective. Clearly, this cannot be maintained throughout the series, and Russell stands almost as a new character - or, more, in a new role, as reader's (much smarter) stand-in - after Monstrous Regiment of Women.
This was not terrible in Ms. King's later works, but did tend to wipe some of the luster off of them. In God of the Hive, I find fault with Russell's sometimes cardboard thoughts and actions; her maternal instinct is too lightly sketched, too repetitive in its description by Ms. King, to be very interesting - or believable. And too often, though the reader was party to the almost magical workings of her mind - always a delight - in solving "the case," she seemed more to plod along her set path of decisions than to commit the outlandishly clever acts that make a book interesting (though a case, perhaps, less realistic).
Maybe that was the main problem: nothing really seemed to affect Russell emotionally, despite surviving a near-fatal crash, putting her faith in a total stranger, and having nearly everyone she cares for put in danger. Part of the wonder of Russell is her strength, which is how Holmes counts on her - and the reader admires her. But another part of it is her perceivable vulnerability to emotion (though of course, not of the histrionic type that women of that era were accustomed to); that is what makes her different from Holmes, and a more relatable and believable character. Her concessions to her feelings were generally single lines inserted here or there about her worry - extended to an, "I wished Holmes were here to talk to." Even her righteousness about Mycroft's decades-old actions seemed somewhat cardboard - and, worse, unlikely.
Overall, however, I found The God of the Hive everything I wanted it to be: a satisfying and intricate mystery novel, a return (that year of waiting for a new book was the most painful I've ever experienced) to an atmosphere of intellect and danger, and more of the Russell and Holmes relationship that never has and never will get old. After expending what must have been a prodigious amount of mental strength and emotional stamina to build this masterful work, I fear Ms. King won't give us another installment for some time. But I hope I'm wrong.