| Medalon
(The Demon Child Trilogy: book 1) by Jennifer Fallon pub:
Orbit. 615 page paperback. Price: £6.99 (UK). ISBN: 1-84149-326-0. check
out website: www.orbitbooks.co.uk
and www.tor.com
One
thing I will always say for Orbit these days: they do have the best front cover
art in the genre. In most genres, actually. I mention this because 'Medalon' is
yet another attempt to buck the traditional fantasy cover art clichés and
it looks wonderfully spooky and different: a photo of half a girl's face bathed
in a dark blue light. Elegant and understated and yes, I like to think that a
cover should at least try to reflect what's going on inside the book.
For
a while, reading it, I was getting really hopeful that what lay behind the covers
would be equally different. That sadly lasted about a hundred pages before all
hope gave out. By page 300, I was really, really sick of it. By page 600, I was
just barely resisting the temptation to throw it across the room.
Where to start?
Yada, yada, ancient race, forgotten magic, heroine who is the 'Chosen One' - stop
me if you've heard this before. OK, this time around, 'Our Heroine' is R'shiel
(is the fashion for having pointless apostrophes in names going to stop anytime
soon, I wonder?). 'Medalon' is a land controlled by the dictatorship of the Sisterhood,
an order of rabid nuns. Except, in a nice twist, they're all atheists, which is
new. According to their doctrine, everyone else who believes in any gods
are therefore all heathens and must be wiped out by a Purge every couple of years
- that would be the rest of the world then, unfortunately. The greatest triumph
of the Sisterhood, though, has always been wiping out the immortal race of god-like
Harshini a couple of centuries ago. Then there's the rumour flying around
that the last Harshini king fathered a half-human heir before he died - the infamous
Demon Child that everyone thinks will save them. Confused yet? You will be.
R'shiel's mother is Joyhinia, a high-ranking and supremely nasty member of the
Sisterhood, who delights in holding timely political coups and treating her daughter
like dirt. Yup, I guessing she's 'A Baddie' then. R'shiel is supposed to be following
her into the Sisterhood, but really isn't cut out to be the kind of dutiful daughter
Joyhinia needs, not being quite sadistic and evil enough. R'shiel's big
brother, Tarja, was a leading light in the Defenders, the all-male band of soldiers
who do the Sisterhood's dirty work, until he insulted a former First Sister to
her face and got banished to defend the northern border, as far from the Citadel
as possible. After a dull opening chapter, the first 200 pages are actually
quite surprisingly good, which was a nice treat. After the original First Sister
dies, Tarja is sent home from exile to the Citadel, where nasty political deeds
are afoot. R'shiel, meanwhile, is getting mysterious crippling headaches and we
can pretty much guess where this is going. There's some interesting politicking,
some seriously dodgy gender politics (most of the women are horrible dictators,
most of the men are not all that bad: interesting, from a female author) and the
plot moves along. Sadly, after a couple of revelations just after page 200, it
starts getting really dull. Like so many fantasy books, it falls into a pattern
of chase and capture, repeat as require, throw in some nasty torture, escape,
chase, capture...Repeat for the next 400 pages. The one element of amusement
comes from the gods, who are apt to pop up at intervals and meddle, but it's hard
to tell just how relevant they are overall. The one line in the entire second
half of the book that made me smile, has a group of shape-shifting demons, the
Harshini sidekicks, materialise collectively in the form of a dragon; their rider
explaining disdainfully that 'dragons don't really exist, Tarja' because the shape-shifting
demons were always more believable, of course. What starts as promising
soon falls apart. The characters get repetitive and distinctly refuse to develop
beyond what they are, considering the barrage of torture and general misery thrown
at them, losing reader sympathy. The plot starts to lose its cohesion and there
are some very strange choices made. What would work in another less traditional
narrative feels out of place here, as though the material keeps dipping into a
darker, nastier vein it wasn't designed for. The love interest, especially, feels
out of place and wrong on more than one level. It was a distinct disappointment,
considering it had already defied my expectations by being quite enjoyable at
first. Well, it looks pretty on my bookshelf and it makes a great doorstop
but it makes an even better thunk when you throw it across the room in frustration
at a wasted opportunity. Don't think I'll be catching up for book two, somehow.
Jennifer
Howell
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