I very much liked Tom Peek's last book, Daughters of Fire, but this one represents a literary leap forward. I know the kind of time and effort it takes to create such a tome, to flesh out subsidiary characters and fit together a jigsaw puzzle as intricate as this one whilst still keeping the story moving forward and the reader engaged. It's a feat of high literary skill and imagination.
In this regard I am reminded of a live version of jazz musician, Dave Brubeck’s TAKE FIVE that he played in a Greenwich Village bar back in the ‘60s, where he took a riff and kept it going right up until the moment that the audience begins to wonder what’s going on, where’s the melody line, and then suddenly plays just a lick of that song’s backbone, just a hint, before dropping back into that main theme. Just that lick is enough to drive the audience mad. Tom Peek has that kind of talent yet doesn't get word drunk, something that can happen to happen to writers when they work with a canvas as complex in space and time as the flanks of the magnificent volcano known as Mauna Kea.
The tale of Hawaii in modern times is a tale of imperialism and tragedy. More than just a tale of conquest it is a tale of greed and clashing cultures. Peek bridles at this kind of oppression but his feelings support rather than detract from the readability of this novel. His love for both the Hawaiians people and their land (‘aina) is as pervasive as it is palpable. I expect it to cement his place as a fine chronicler of the archipelago and culture he loves so much. A great read, well-written, compelling, Mauna Kea is a sword cut performed by a master, both fast and deep at the same time. I highly recommend it.