Book Review: West of January by Dave Duncan
“Revenge was my choice … and I was crazy again. That helped a lot.”
Incredible world building. What if a world, very similar to ours, was in tidal lock with its sun–almost? First published in 1989, this tale slowly introduces the problem and how various groups try to solve it. Followed plot line makes sense in the end.
“Why, when the gods created friendship, did they leave us mortal?”
Some great turns of the phrase: “Voice thin as a lark’s ankle.” “As innocent as a raw egg.” “Madness hung over the grasslands like the stench of rotting meat.”
“Nothing argues more convincingly than cowardice.”
Unlike his contemporary Robert Jordan, Duncan puts a huge story into a single volume–one which he finished. There’s potential for a separate novel in each chapter, but Jordan stays focused. The result is a challenging, satisfying epic. Instead of creating a never-ending story, Duncan wrote more novels.
“I want … no great dying, the next time the sun comes west of January.”
Sounds like a good one. I love writers who stay focused.