Unbelievably, Levitt captures the essence of dogs and their magical qualities even better in Play Dead than the previous books in the series. Lou is *always* a dog, ever ready to abandon Mason for a quick snack of bacon or ham–but ever mindful that he is Mason’s protection, friend, and loyal companion. There is something more to Lou, just like most dogs; that keen intelligence that shines from their eyes, the unquestioning loyalty and a happiness that radiates. Lou may be an Ifrit, but as you read Play Dead, you start to believe that…just maybe, all good dogs have a little Ifrit in them. From the tilt of his head to Lou’s fierce defense of Mason, he is a dog, he is magic, and his is a story that is easy to love.
Mason is Mason; he’d be more admirable if he weren’t *quite* so careless, but he gets talked into things too easily, whether it’s a job or the fact that no one in their right might should donate even a drop of blood to a black practitioner–not in the name of learning, not in the name of…anything. Because in the end, forwarding black magic always goes bad. It isn’t that Mason is stupid, but his decision-making borders on “for the sake of the plot” in a couple of instances. Mason redeems himself just in time…only to get careless again, in a cycle that has the reader wanting him to just once keep it all together. One of the things that saves the plot is that Levitt takes the time to draw complex characters; ones you aren’t sure are all bad. In fact, you see the good. Just like in real life, you’re dealing with lots of variables and lots of hope. And Mason has stayed in character throughout the series; he’s basically a good guy, and he means well, he just sometimes wants annoyances to go away so he does something “quick” instead of smart.
Mason really shines in his love of music and improvising spells. He’s unique in the way his magic is layered, and Levitt always takes time to create the magic rather than wave a wand–you’re there, you’re watching the elements come together like the notes come together in a song. There’s no sloppiness there, and I love the cleverness.
Levitt is the only writer I read or have read who makes the villain entirely too human. Instead of feeling a complete lack of empathy–hatred even–for the bad guys, when the time comes for justice, you feel their pain. You watch their loss with a sense of…but if only. The villains are evil, sometimes insane–but you know who they are, how they got where they are and the complex good and bad inside each character. You may not like them, but the sense of loss is there nonetheless. This is a skill that captures war or death as the real necessary evil–even as we suddenly realize that the guy on the other side could be us and is us.
The mystery plot is always good; there are miscellaneous clues here and there brought together in a knot that gets tighter throughout the book rather than tied neatly at the end. This book also visits “fantasy” with a touch of quest without the urban, but it works.
There’s talk/rumor that this might be the last in the series; that would be a shame because there’s still a lot of heart and soul here. There’s a magic that merges the real world into something special. This will no doubt make my top ten of the year, not because it is perfect but because, in the end, this book ended with such poignancy, I couldn’t help but love it.
And Mr. Levitt, you owe me a pan of brownies. Mine seem to have overcooked while I was reading.