“The desert sings of loss, always loss, and if you stand quiet with your eyes closed, it will grieve you too.”
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My grief is of a different kind, gentle reader, for I was highly anticipating The Candle and the Flame, with its desert fantasy setting, feminist themes, and promise of magic. And now I'm bitterly disappointed. Today we're mourning the very last time I ever gave a shit.
*shakes fist*
I just. UGH. I wanted to love Nafiza Azad's debut so much. I mean, look at that cover! I weep from its beauty. Considering the premise of this book as well, I was sure that I'd at least like this book.
In The Candle and the Flame, we follow our main character Fatima. She has lived in the city of Noor, a desert metropolis home to thousands of people of many cultures, races, and ethnicities. Ever since a band of evil Jinn called the Shayateen attacked the city and slaughtered most of its citizens, a group of orderly Jinn called the Ifrit have protected Noor alongside the Maharaja, and at the beginning of this book, the death of an important Jinn causes Fatima to gain magical abilites that no human has ever possessed: Jinn fire. Because of her new magic, she is transported to the palace of the Maharaja, where she meets Zulfikar, the emir of the Ifrit that help protect the city. Palace intrigue, secrets, and danger ensue as another Shayateen attack is imminent.
What sounded like a heart-pounding, lush fantasy story turned out to be a boring slog that I couldn't wait to finish. Yeah, I'm just as surprised as you probably are.
I'll start off by talking about the things I liked: mainly, the beautiful setting. I really loved it. Azad painted Noor City in gorgeous array of sights and sounds and colors, so much so that I felt truly transported. The entire novel's sense of place was most definitely the strongest aspect of The Candle and the Flame, as well as the jinn lore that was intermittently introduced throughout the story. Could the world-building have been more organic? Yes. I understand, however, that this is Azad's debut, and introducing a world with complex magic, history, and lore can be very difficult, especially if you're trying to balance a story and character arcs on top of that.
I also really appreciated the themes Azad chose to explore here. I'm always here for feminist stories with female friendships and relationships at the fore front, and on some levels the author delivered. I will, however, say that the whole endeavor was very...surface level. Which leads me into my main issues with this book.
Every character and story element in this book felt contrived and under-developed. It's bad that I don't remember half of our characters' names, even though I finished this a couple weeks ago. While Fatima, our heroine, had more dimension to her than the rest of our characters, I still found her to be bland and uninteresting. Azad also did something peculiar with Fatima halfway through the book: through circumstances that I won't explain for fear of spoilers, her entire character just...changes. Like, COMPLETELY. It was so jarring that I almost put down the book entirely.
I got used to it, but I can't deny that Fatima (oh, sorry, Fatima Ghazala) and the constant repetition of her full name really annoyed me. Please, for the love of God, just use some pronouns!! Also, after her sudden transformation, Fatima Ghazala becomes good at pretty much everything over night: she stands up to herself, masters her magic very quickly, and defeats a trained soldier in a swordfight after zero practice. She also has no idea how beautiful she is.
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*retreats to an isolated mountaintop to contemplate my existence*
None of the characters felt real. Fatima's best friends, who were a trio of sisters, were cute, but not very interesting. I didn't give a damn about the princess of Noor or the Maharaja. Sunaina, Fatima's older sister, had the potential to be interesting but wound up boring me too. Even Zulfikar, who I thought I was going to like, who was supposed to be this badass warrior, turned out to be a boring idiot who did nothing but make stupid decisions.
The antagonists were mustache-twirling villains with hardly feasible motivations. Aaruv, the Maharaja's younger brother, was just a sleazy perv who assaulted woman, and nothing else. It would have been more interesting if Azad at least made him appear likable at first, but he was just disgusting. The other main villain in The Candle and the Flame was a part of a twist that I spotted from a mile away, and he was also laughably cartoonish.
I would've had a better time reading this book if the story were in any way entertaining, but literally nothing happens. Nothing. I'm serious. Characters walk around the night market, eat street food, and talk about crushes and other trivial stuff that doesn't matter for almost the entire book. The pacing slowed to a crawl halfway through and I was so BORED.
What's frustrating is that I can see glimmers of the great story that Azad was trying to tell. I really could, and why she chose to focus her attentions on mundane activities and boring dialogue instead of magic and intrigue baffles me. The political "intrigue" we got in this book was under-developed and uninteresting, and even the ending left me completely unsatisfied.
I hoped that the romance in this book would help me salvage some enjoyment from The Candle and the Flame, but I didn't like it. Zulfikar was a boring, bland, really hot love interest with zero personality. He made so many stupid mistakes, did next to NOTHING for a majority of this book, and was drawn in by Fatima the moment he met her. *gags* There was no chemistry between these characters, and whatever angst the author tried to introduce felt forced and nonsensical. Can we just stop with the magical mating bonds, please?! I can appreciate the amount of respect the two had for one another, and that their relationship wasn't problematic, but I didn't give a shit about their romance regardless.
I know it sounds like I'm bitching just because I can, but I really wanted to love this. I was planning on loving this! Sadly, though, this will probably be one of the biggest let-downs of the year for me.
I cry. Yet again I was duped by a beautiful cover. Ah well.