Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir
May. 15th, 2020 11:49 amAaaaahhhjhdksbsiskk this is SO GOOD. It's the sort of genre I didn't think I liked - I'm not normally into gothic horror - but it's so good on so many levels. Okay so it's a space opera with lesbian necromancers and skeletons, nice. BUT it is SO MUCH MORE than that.
It's the darkest angst I've read in years leavened by perfect potty-mouthed one liners. It's witty, sarcastic millennials plunged into high fantasy political drama. The narrative voice is totally original. The creepy creepy omg what happened backstory is SO CREEPY that even when you find out, you are EVEN MORE CREEPED OUT than when you were guessing the worst. It's the most compelling, convincing, trauma-bonded enemies-to-friends romance I've ever read, complete with being outsiders together, developing genuine respect for each other, discovering shared values, and ANGST, DID I MENTION THE ANGST. Through mutual animosity and rejections not once did I ever get bored of the hostilities between the two main characters and wish they would hurry up and sort it out.
That because this book moves fast. A lot happens. It has new plot and twists and turns every other page. You fall in love with characters and then terrible things happen. You find out crucial new information about people which totally changes your perspective. You spend pretty much the whole book not knowing who you can trust, and wondering if core protagonists are actually baddies. It's a closed door murder mystery, embedded in a magical/martial arts trial, embedded in a courtly political drama, embedded in high gothic fantasy, embedded in a dark far-future sci-fi. The setting and culture are more horrible than you realise, and simultaneously more humane.
The body horror is unrelenting, but also silly and videogamey enough to never be upsetting. The gut punch comes from the relationships.
The magical system is a gleeful mashup of everything death related which is weirdly compelling, and which made necromancy interesting to me for basically the first time ever. Morgues! Medical science! Bone art! Soul eating!
This book is so silly it would be fluff if it wasn't so heart-rendingly poignant, and so angsty it would be depressing if it wasn't so brilliantly funny. It's totally driven by the characters, with a massive ensemble cast of vividly realised nobles, anchored by a sympathetic narrator and an addictive love/hate relationship.
I can't stop thinking about these characters and am so sad that the second book isn't out yet!