Winner of the 2016 SPFBO, The Grey Bastards introduces us to Jackal, half-orc and all round badass hog rider. Him and his fellow half-orc brothers form one of the hoofs that reside in the Lots, the lands between human held territories and those of the full blood Orcs, the thicks, who are straight out of Tolkein and really aren’t at all nice. The hoofs work protection on multiple levels, ridding the Lots of Orc bands who dare to test the boundaries of Ul-wundulas, as well as in the more racketeering sense, providing assistance in exchange for cash to businesses such as Sancho’s oft-visited local brothel. An unfortunate murder at said establishment throws Jackal head first into the kind of world-threatening plots of which he’d been blissfuly unaware.
So I’m going to get the ranting out of the way first because if you can’t get through this paragraph, the rest of the review won’t matter, and this book is definitely not for you. It is, as so many others have mentioned, the sheer amount of (unnecessary) sexual commentary and action. It reads like a teen boy’s wet dream and while there are going to be some who love it, there are also going to be some people offended by all the cobs and cunny, and I just found it tiresome. Perhaps it’s supposed to be earthy, with the half-orcs rutting like pigs (or hogs), but it repeatedly takes you out of the story. Whatever is occurring, and I mean WHATEVER, it gets interrupted by seemingly overwhelming thoughts about having sex or actually having sex or thinking about this woman or that woman or swapping derogatory comments about dicks and/or women. I’m pretty convinced Jonathan French is obsessed with his own anatomy as he can get a dick into any scene, often more than once, and good for him, but some of us occasionally need a bit of a break. Those without dicks, otherwise called ‘female characters’, are mothers, whores, rape victims, or rare one-of-a-kind individuals who get to play in the male arena by being exactly like men. It’s fair to say that female empowerment is pretty limited, though the book’s finale offers some positive avenues for the next offering.
Despite this, it’s worth reading because it’s fun. And because around 75% in, French stops whipping cocks out and writes some of the most exciting fantasy around. Under the light of the Betrayer Moon blood-crazed Centaurs descend towards Strava, a town Jackal is sworn to protect, an oath exchanged for the healing that saved his life. The brutal battle that follows is tightly written, tense and exhilarating in equal measure, and represents only the beginning of connected action sequences that hid hard right to the end. It’s this point when the author’s narrative feints become proper shocks, taking you in directions you never saw coming. This is especially the case with Jackal himself. Suffice it to say that at the beginning, he is far from as cunning as his moniker suggests, except perhaps in the midst of battle where his careless confidence looks like bravery- when it works, of course. He develops as an individual as his understanding of the world around him evolves- his initial shallow thinking leads him into situations where knowledge is forced upon him, clashing with what he believed was true. Each time he has to consider new information, motivations or consequences, he genuinely learns, and as a result, finally becomes the kind of leader he already thought himself to be.
Whatever the chatter says, this definitely isn’t grimdark. Just because it has violence and bad language doesn’t make it so, and if anything, Jackal is more of a classic hero. He saves people, and is saved in turn by his friends and allies. The relationship between him and his hoof is epitomised by close friendships, loyalty, and a striving to do what’s best for the group. They care about their hogs, they care each other, with wonderfully developed friendships like the one between Jackal and Oats that is genuinely moving as well as funny, and they even care about the frails, the humans with whom they hardly have a positive relationship. Despite the backstabbing and political machinations that underlie the main plot, the overarching themes are of brotherhood, compassion, connections over differences, and faithfulness. It would have been much easier to take the novel down the darker path, but it’s the emotion of it that raises it above the bar, giving the reader a group to root for, to laugh with, and to love. I can’t wait for the rest of the journey, just a little less of the cob and quim, if you please.
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