I've read a lot of reviews comparing this to Gone Girl, and it seems to suffer by the comparison. Although I've meant to get to it for a while, I haveI've read a lot of reviews comparing this to Gone Girl, and it seems to suffer by the comparison. Although I've meant to get to it for a while, I haven't read Gone Girl yet, and without that point of comparison, I thought this book was very good....more
Since time immemorial, humans have worshipped the gods they call Fhrey, truly a race apart: invincible in battle, masters of magic, and seemingly immo
Since time immemorial, humans have worshipped the gods they call Fhrey, truly a race apart: invincible in battle, masters of magic, and seemingly immortal. But when a god falls to a human blade, the balance of power between men and those they thought were gods changes forever. Now, only a few stand between humankind and annihilation: Raithe, reluctant to embrace his destiny as the God Killer, Suri, a young seer burdened by signs of impending doom, and Persephone, who must overcome personal tragedy to lead her people. The Age of Myth is over; the time of rebellion has begun.
The first novel of a six-book fantasy series by Michael Sullivan, Age of Myth begins with a man killing a god – or rather, a “god”, one of a race called the Fhrey. The book then shifts between the story of the “God Killer”, the political machinations set in motion by the death, and the villagers of the town where they’ll all eventually collide.
One issue I had with this book what that it took quite a while to figure out who was who, and to keep the humans and Fhrey straight. Rather than taking time to thoroughly introduce each character and setting before adding another, the book jumps from location to location rapidly right from the beginning, and because of that it took me a while to really get into it. That said, this book is set in the same world as other series Sullivan has written, and it’s possible that it would have made sense sooner if I had read any of those. Certainly once I started to get a sense of the characters, somewhere around chapter 7, I really enjoyed this book.
My other complaint about Age of Myth is that many of the characters lack depth; for the most part, the characters are one-dimensional. This is fine for minor characters, but the pro- and antagonists ought to have a little more complexity than this to really make it interesting.
Overall I found this a moderately enjoyable book. I might read the next book in this series, but it would have to show improvement for me to keep going beyond that; I didn’t get enough out of this novel to make me think I’d want to read the entire six-volume series.
**I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review....more
On a cool evening in Kolkata, India, beneath a full moon, as the whirling rhythms of traveling musicians fill the night, college professor Alok encoun
On a cool evening in Kolkata, India, beneath a full moon, as the whirling rhythms of traveling musicians fill the night, college professor Alok encounters a mysterious stranger with a bizarre confession and an extraordinary story. Tantalized by the man’s unfinished tale, Alok will do anything to hear its completion. So Alok agrees, at the stranger’s behest, to transcribe a collection of battered notebooks, weathered parchments, and once-living skins.
From these documents spills the chronicle of a race of people at once more than human yet kin to beasts, ruled by instincts and desires blood-deep and ages-old. The tale features a rough wanderer in seventeenth-century Mughal India who finds himself irrevocably drawn to a defiant woman—and destined to be torn asunder by two clashing worlds. With every passing chapter of beauty and brutality, Alok’s interest in the stranger grows and evolves into something darker and more urgent.
Lyrical and at times dream-like, The Devourers is a hard novel to categorize. Mixing elements from multiple genres, Indra Das has fashioned a remarkable work of literary fiction, by turns maudlin, enchanting, and horrifying. Told in flashback from modern India and Bangladesh, the story concerns a rakshasa – a man-eating shape-shifter – who becomes obsessed with his prey (humans), and how a single fateful decision plays out.
Gaimanesque, not just in subject matter but in style as well, what begins as a series of flashbacks gradually accelerates until the narration shifts not just from paragraph to paragraph but even within a single sentence. Some readers may find this off-putting but for me it emphasized the storyteller’s sense of dislocation, of not belonging temporally or socially. This would make a good book club selection, and I mean that as a compliment: there’s a lot to think about, discuss, and digest here.
**I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review....more