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Sequel to The Lies of Locke Lamora. Locke and Jean have moved on to a new game, robbing the most heavily guarded gambling house in all the land. And in the process becoming entangled in the political reorganization of their new city, which in turn forces them out to sea to the piratical life.

Hmm. Right, okay, here’s the thing. I really liked The Lies of Locke Lamora -- it was funny and clever and a pleasant read. But what interested me was that it was the first in a series of seven. I love series mostly because you can watch authors develop over time. Which makes it noticeably less fun when they . . . don’t.

Red Seas Under Red Skies is shaped exactly like Lies right down to the ins and outs of the plot, the pacing of the delivery, the weight of virtues, and the weight of mistakes. Locke and Jean’s adventure fits precisely into the same framework -- opening clever heist plot, blackmail by a higher power into an impossible task, double-crosses, a sad death, bittersweetly redemptive and madcap victory, topped off with a final defeat and a problem for the future. La. It’s a bit more transparent the second time around.

But I did say it retains the virtues: funny dialogue, a compelling central relationship between Locke and Jean, crustily interesting writing. But it’s really disappointing that the flaws are also the same. Most notably, Locke is not nearly as clever as we’re told he is -- his “brilliant” way around “impossible security measures” is often just pedestrian rather than brilliantly simple. And the flashbacks interspersed in the text are mostly nicely illuminating, except for when they’re annoying or flat out cheap tricks (see the prologue, for the cheapest trick of them all).

So, disappointing in that way a good book is disappointing when you were hoping for a better book. Still worth the effort, though.
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[Been trying to post this since early Friday morning. Please to be biting me, lj]

Book one of a projected seven in the Gentleman Bastard series. The titular Locke Lamora is a con artist – con man does not seem adequate, quite – in not-really-an-Italian-city-state Camorr. He and his gang are sworn initiates of the unnamed thirteenth, the god of thieves, the crooked warden, the benefactor of necessary pretexts. They also put on elaborate charades to relieve the nobility of their wealth, become embroiled in a nasty power struggle brewing in the city’s Underworld, get blackmailed by the shadowy ‘Gray King’ and his vicious bondsmage, and become targets of the city’s secret intelligence forces. Which is to say that no one really has a good time of it, except I suspect that they actually do.

A lot of people have been talking about this book, and while I’m not all flaily and incoherent about it like some (it’s a guy thing, I think, which I say with all due airquotes of gender studies sarcasm) I still think it’s pretty awesome. The Gentlemen Bastards are talented and often hilarious, and Locke himself is brilliant in that way of someone who functions at his best while teetering on the very edge of destruction. It’s all quite madcap and delightful.

“Bug,” Calo said, “Locke is like a brother to us, and our love for him has no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Theran language are ‘Locke would appreciate it’.”

“Rivaled only by ‘Locke taught me a new trick’,” added Galdo.


And I can honestly say that I got more than I was expecting from the decisive, crusty writing and the nicely balanced plot. Locke makes mistakes while not being stupid, and most elements of character and story make the sort of sense that leaves a reader feeling pleasantly respected. Which doesn’t happen nearly enough in this genre, thank you.

There are stumbles. Lynch overplays his hand at the beginning in terms of telling us how brilliant Locke is, to such a degree that it makes his demonstrated brilliance actually a bit less impressive. And the omniscient POV, while handled with surprising elegance to my hair-trigger sensibilities, wavers a bit here and there to show too much too plainly of the structure beneath. But it’s a first novel, after all.

I think the greatest praise I can offer this book is to say that not only do I look forward to the next book in the series, but I also trust Lynch to deliver me a story free from the more irritating tropes, offering up the excitement and skin-of-their-teeth hijinx of the thieves, but also real and painful consequences. That last, by the way, should be taken as a warning.

Highly recommended.

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