2015 Regency fantasy, first of a planned trilogy. "Zacharias Wythe,
England's first African Sorcerer Royal, is contending with attempts to
depose him, rumours that he murdered his predecessor, and an alarming
decline in England's magical stocks. But his troubles are multiplied
when he encounters runaway orphan Prunella Gentleman, who has just
stumbled upon English magic's greatest discovery in centuries."
This is clearly (and admittedly) in part a reaction to the
Regency novels of writers like Georgette Heyer and Susanna Clarke,
where people are described as "dark" when they're clearly of
Anglo-Saxon extraction and actual nonwhite people are essentially
invisible. Zacharias is a black African, Prunella is distinctly dusky,
and both of them suffer for it repeatedly because Racism Is Bad M'kay.
Yes, I suppose this is a story that still needs to be told, but I
could have done with a bit more nuance and a bit less Message. There
is some nuance, though, and it comes from the protagonists' differing
reactions to the prejudice they meet: Zacharias suffers but puts up
with it, while Prunella simply ignores anything that doesn't suit her.
That's not even all the prejudice, because it is generally known that
while women can be witches they are entirely unsuited to the practice
of real magic, and indeed there are schools which exist to train it
out of them:
At seventeen Henrietta was as good as out, and really too old for
the school, but she had been sent back for another term by her
mamma, who fretted about her continuing tendency to levitate in her
sleep.
Prunella of course has a talent for magic, and Zacharias, having
visited the school and been shocked at the lengths to which the
teachers go to drain magic from their pupils, decides to train her as
the first female magician.
And that's not all that's going on: English magic is fading, and
Zacharias' enemies (i.e. almost everyone) are colluding to depose him
as Sorcerer Royal, using that as an excuse. And the Sultan of Janda
Baik wants British assistance in dealing with his local witches… (All
right, as a long-time D&Der I immediately know what it means when n
Znynlfvna ynql fzryyf bs ivartne.)
There's a lot happening here (this is the author's first novel though
I gather she's been writing short stories for a while), and sometimes
ideas fall over themselves and bits get left out. The fading of magic
is presented at first as something entirely mysterious; then a couple
of chapters later Zacharias knows that it's obviously and clearly
because of X. There are similar jumps later, and it seems that
Prunella's learning of magic is practically instantaneous.
Language is odd. There are some lovely moments, such as a mention of
"the thaumaturgical schools at Seaton and Yarrow", or:
"I beg you will not be concerned by the skull at the window—it is
only a harmless relic. In life it belonged to Felix Longmire, who
was exceedingly mild-tempered as Sorcerers Royal go."
This did not seem to assuage his visitors' nervousness.
But there are also odd missteps, like the surname "Gentleman" which
just sounds completely wrong to me for that class and period. Yes,
there have been people with that surname in the real world, but every
time I read it I was jerked out of my immersion in the story.
Similarly, the comedy of manners (Prunella is unabashedly in London to
find a husband) doesn't always mesh well with the huge magical
goings-on that form the primary plot, and again there are gaps in the
proceedings; it feels a little like watching a film as one's half
asleep, with things suddenly having changed since the last time they
were mentioned. All sorts of potentially interesting conflicts are
built up, and then quietly resolved off-stage or forgotten about. The
romance doesn't so much build up over the course of the narrative as
start, sit there at the same level for ages, then get suddenly
resolved at the end. And Prunella does something which seems as though
it should make her distinctly less sympathetic, but nobody in the book
ever sees this.
It's not a bad book, but I don't think it deserves the adulation
that's being heaped on it. Great ideas, but the technical skills of
writing (especially at this length) aren't really there yet.
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