The Blade Itself
by Joe Abercrombie
Of all the people you might expect to feel sympathy for, a torturer is probably far down the list,
behind tax collectors and child killers. Sand dan Glokta has known torture from both sides of the
dungeon. Crippled and disfigured, he now applies the lessons he learnt whilst at the mercy of the
Emperor to rooting out treason in the Union. Although his every waking moment is painful he is
determined to search for truth, in spite of the fact that he's not even sure himself why he's so
driven.
Meanwhile Logen Ninefingers is fighting for his life in the north. His party were ambushed by creatures
known as Shankas, and separated. He may be a big, battle-hardened warrior with a fearsome
reputation, but when we meet him he's injured, hunted, and in danger of starving or freezing to death.
Logen could hardly be more of a contrast with Captain Jezal dan Luthar, a man who "would be damned
if he would miss out on something fashionable just because he didn't like it." Luthar is lazy, snobbish,
selfish and born extremely lucky. He delights in fleecing his friends at cards, something he finds easy
thanks to a quick mind and a gift for reading people. Luthar's main worry is the Competition, a fencing
event that he needs to win in order to gain social status.
Abercrombie's world is one of deep injustice, brutality, and yawning gaps between rich and poor. There
is treachery in high places, and in the city of Adua almost everyone is trying to game the system in
one way or another. War is brewing (as it so often is in epic fantasy), yet the people of the Union seem
blissfully unaware of what is going on outside their borders, or of the forces that are massing against
them.
Magic in
The Blade Itself is quite subtle. The Union is a country that believes itself to have
moved on from primitive superstitions, so when a man turns up claiming to be Bayaz, the First of the
Magi, he's treated as a charlatan. Magic is rare, and becoming rarer, so when people who are able to
use it turn up it has all the more impact.
This is the kind of book you can lose yourself in for hours and hours, and this brief review doesn't do
justice to the intricacy or scope of its plot. It's an honest novel, never glossing over the nastier side
of human nature and not turning away from the undignified or disgusting. The characters are vivid and
unique, often irreverent and perceptive. Flashes of humour brighten up a fast-paced plot that steers
well clear of fantasy clichés and remains compelling throughout.
The Blade Itself
deserves your attention, paying back the investment of your time with acid-sharp characters and
bottomless intrigues. You'll want more.

Review © Ros Jackson