2018 modern fantasy. After the Big Water, with two-thirds of North
America flooded, magic has returned to the world. Maggie Hoskie is a
hunter of monsters among the Diné (Navajo); she's also a very broken
person.
So on one level this is about being a badass monster fighter, but
it's also about depression and abuse, and surviving them both, and the
slow process of recognising that you're hurt and starting to do
something about it.
This is one of those books where the reader will often be ahead of the
protagonist; this is by design, because she's coming to terms with
recognising what happened to her as abuse, but it's also frustrating.
It doesn't help matters that this is a grotty post-apocalypse where even
finding some batteries is a multi-day quest; the whole world feels
tired as well as gritty.
Part of the problem, though, is that it turns out that all the men in
Maggie's life (she only knows one woman) are manipulating her, for one
reason or another, so that the hard choices she makes through the book
are robbed of meaning. That's not even condemned; it's just what all
men do, apparently, even the good ones. (And there's even a scene
where she gets put into a Sexy Monster Hunter costume version of her
usual practical gear, for reasons that are never really explained.)
I couldn't help drawing comparisons with Kate Daniels, who has her
share and more of problems but at least can recognise when people are
taking advantage of her and decide not to hang around with those
people any more. If Maggie had been honestly antisocial, or even
honestly depressed, that could have worked; when it turns out that
everything about her has been set up by someone else, she loses
interest for me.
Eh. I like the representation; I like the alien culture; I don't mind
the untranslated foreign words. But there's nobody here who is even
slightly a good person, just ones who are slightly less terrible. I
never really found myself caring about what happened; sure, lots of
people are dying because of the zombie horde, but we don't get to meet
them, they're just set-dressing. And this book is only the first of a
trilogy, so you don't even get a complete story here. Followed by
Storm of Locusts.
(This work was nominated for the 2019 Hugo Awards.)
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