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I love pleasant surprises, especially when I start off expecting the worst from a book. It's one of those instances when I'm practically begging to be proven wrong.
This came recommended by the Dorothy Dunnett fans, probably the only bunch of people on the planet who understand the obsessive cravings for similar characters/stories. Unfortunately, they're often also quite far off the mark with their recommendations and, in my experience, one can easily be pressed into a book they swore on their grandmother's grave had a lead just like Francis that in reality turns out to be that the only similarity said lead and Francis have in common is being blond and cocky. And to add to the suspicions, Mary Doria Russell is a known Dunnett fan.
This isn't one of those books, thanks be to Father Emilio Sandoz's god. I admit that at the beginning it did look like it'd be no more than a 3-star read, decent but not passion-inspiring. One of those filler books you read to kill a couple or three lazy hours, and then get buried in memory. I do not, as a rule, assign an increasing or decreasing mental rating as the story progresses, so whenever I run by reviews stating something like "It was a 3 star read until page 120, and then..." or "Halfway through, it was 5 stars, and then...", I'd pause to wonder how that was like. Curiosity satisfied at last! Three stars first half, four stars middle of the path, and five stars second half. If I'd framed it as a suspense plot, I'd have identified the long-fuse burn before the powder keg exploded, I should have normally, but this time the merry and carefree and "cute" tone of the prose and the characterisation lured me into not paying too much attention to the story framework. Plus, I'm familiar with the Jesuits, past and present, and believed I'd already figured this was a classic tale of martyrdom. Why, the very history of the Society of Jesus is a tale of martyrs and pioneers, and I have visited their former missions, so I wasn't expecting major shocks of any sort. It was also spelt out in the text. No surprises, right?
I wasn't wrong in guessing the outcome would be tragic, but I definitely was about how it'd unfold towards that end. Oh, and the characterisation. Father Sandoz was a great character, a perfect mix of scholar and man-of-the-street, sceptic and naïve, gifted yet very ordinary. He has a surprising talent for multilinguism, can learn a language by ear in a short space of time, yet is believably not good at everything he puts his hands to, as is usual when writing gifted characters (the dreaded Mary Sue phenomenon). He does screw it up a few times. In general, all the other characters are relatable and likable, though one of them can be irritating because of the author apparently trying too hard to make this character universally likable.
As for the plotline, although it's a Jesuit-filled plot and all the characters are Catholics and one Jew, it's not a religious storyline. Whatever religious overtones one can notice are mostly restricted to Emilio Sandoz and his arc, which makes sense given he's a priest and very spiritual, and to a lesser extent to the other Jesuits. But no, you won't be lectured on divine and ethical matters, you won't be whacked over the head with unsubtle clues on what the right moral for this story should be drawn. That makes this book a good choice for all sorts of readers, including those fed up with preachy novels.
This came recommended by the Dorothy Dunnett fans, probably the only bunch of people on the planet who understand the obsessive cravings for similar characters/stories. Unfortunately, they're often also quite far off the mark with their recommendations and, in my experience, one can easily be pressed into a book they swore on their grandmother's grave had a lead just like Francis that in reality turns out to be that the only similarity said lead and Francis have in common is being blond and cocky. And to add to the suspicions, Mary Doria Russell is a known Dunnett fan.
This isn't one of those books, thanks be to Father Emilio Sandoz's god. I admit that at the beginning it did look like it'd be no more than a 3-star read, decent but not passion-inspiring. One of those filler books you read to kill a couple or three lazy hours, and then get buried in memory. I do not, as a rule, assign an increasing or decreasing mental rating as the story progresses, so whenever I run by reviews stating something like "It was a 3 star read until page 120, and then..." or "Halfway through, it was 5 stars, and then...", I'd pause to wonder how that was like. Curiosity satisfied at last! Three stars first half, four stars middle of the path, and five stars second half. If I'd framed it as a suspense plot, I'd have identified the long-fuse burn before the powder keg exploded, I should have normally, but this time the merry and carefree and "cute" tone of the prose and the characterisation lured me into not paying too much attention to the story framework. Plus, I'm familiar with the Jesuits, past and present, and believed I'd already figured this was a classic tale of martyrdom. Why, the very history of the Society of Jesus is a tale of martyrs and pioneers, and I have visited their former missions, so I wasn't expecting major shocks of any sort. It was also spelt out in the text. No surprises, right?
I wasn't wrong in guessing the outcome would be tragic, but I definitely was about how it'd unfold towards that end. Oh, and the characterisation. Father Sandoz was a great character, a perfect mix of scholar and man-of-the-street, sceptic and naïve, gifted yet very ordinary. He has a surprising talent for multilinguism, can learn a language by ear in a short space of time, yet is believably not good at everything he puts his hands to, as is usual when writing gifted characters (the dreaded Mary Sue phenomenon). He does screw it up a few times. In general, all the other characters are relatable and likable, though one of them can be irritating because of the author apparently trying too hard to make this character universally likable.
As for the plotline, although it's a Jesuit-filled plot and all the characters are Catholics and one Jew, it's not a religious storyline. Whatever religious overtones one can notice are mostly restricted to Emilio Sandoz and his arc, which makes sense given he's a priest and very spiritual, and to a lesser extent to the other Jesuits. But no, you won't be lectured on divine and ethical matters, you won't be whacked over the head with unsubtle clues on what the right moral for this story should be drawn. That makes this book a good choice for all sorts of readers, including those fed up with preachy novels.