For the first couple of chapters of Bonds of Brass, I was settling in for an enjoyable, four-star read: a pulpy, Star Wars-inflected space opera in which a young military cadet, Ettian, finds out that his best friend (and maybe boyfriend), Gal, is secretly the heir to the empire responsible for the death of Ettian's parents and the destruction of his whole society. Emily Skrutskie kicks off the novel with a starfighter skirmish that's a lot of fun to read, and throughout Bonds of Brass she writes some decent action-adventure scenes.
But.
But.
Look, it's the 2984th month of the pandemic. I wasn't asking a lot of this book: just for it to be a fun and escapist read with some queer romance and maybe some laser swords or something. My needs aren't extravagant! But this is a lazily written book, as if Skrutskie decided that people would pick it up solely on the promise that it would give them the romantic relationship between Star Wars' Finn and Poe that they'd wanted to see, only thinly-veiled. Why, then, bother to put any craft into it if you know the marketing will help you find a ready fanbase?
That lack of craft starts to become apparent after those first few chapters, and the whole book becomes steadily more exasperating after that. There's absolutely no chemistry between Gal and Ettian, with Ettian thinking a lot about the fact that he likes Gal but never really showing it through his emotions or actions. Why did they ever like one another? Honestly, having read all 300+ pages of this book, I'm fucked if I know, beyond "Ettian liked that one paper Gal wrote for a class that one time that argued for minimising civilian casualties."
And maybe I'm being reductive here, but that seems less compelling than the fact that Gal's parents are, again, responsible for the death of Ettian's parents and the destruction of his whole society.
None of the actions or reactions of the POV character, Ettian, made much sense, particularly in light of the end "twist" (which is so clunkily signposted that I figured it out around about chapter 5 or 6—out of 31).
Nor did the actions of most people whom Gal and Ettian encountered. The plot depends on a lot of people whom we're told are battle-hardened veterans being shockingly gullible, if not outright stupid, and one character whom we're repeatedly told is a pacifist, the galaxy's best hope for peace, acting like an outright sociopath.
Add in the facts that Skrutskie adopts an attitude towards imperialism which could most charitably be described as muddled, displays a real limited understanding of trauma or politics, and emphasises "blood" as justifying people's claims on power in ways that are highly uncomfortable, and you end up with a book that I can't recommend. I won't be reading the rest of this trilogy—for all those reasons, and because I'm quite certain that I can already predict how the third book will end.
Disappointing.