Book Review: Before They are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie
((... The woman who rose to greet Glokta as he entered did not seem out of place in the magnificent surroundings. Not in the slightest.
"I am Carlot dan Eider," she said, smiling easily and holding her hands out to him as though to an old friend, "Magister of the Guild of Spicers."
Glokta was impressed, he had to admit. If only by her stomach. Not even the slightest sign of horror. She greets me as though I were not a disfigured, twitching, twisted ruin. She greets me as though I looked as fine as she does.
She wore a long gown in the style of the South: blue silk, trimmed with silver, it shimmered around her in the cool breeze through the high windows. Jewels of daunting value flashed on her fingers, on her wrists, round her throat. Glokta detected a strange scent as she came closer. Sweet. Like the spice that has made her so very rich, perhaps. The effect was far from wasted on him. I am still a man, after all. Just less so than I used to be.
"I must apologise for my attire, but Kantic garments are so much more comfortable in the heat. I have become quite accustomed to them during my years here."
Her apologising for her appearance is like a genius apologising for his stupidity. "Don't mention it." Glokta bowed as low as he could, given the uselessness of his leg and the sharp pain in his back. "Superior Glokta, at your service."
"We are most glad to have you with us. We have all been greatly concerned since the disappearance of your predecessor, Superior Davoust." Some of you, I expect, have been less concerned than others.
"I hope to shed some light on the matter."
"We all hope you will." She took Glokta's elbow with an effortless confidence. "Please allow me to make the introductions."
Glokta refused to be moved. "Thank you, Magister, but I believe I can make my own." He shuffled across to the table under his own power, such as it was. "You must be General Vissbruck, charged with the city's defense." The General was in his middle forties, running slightly to baldness, sweating abundantly in an elaborate uniform, buttoned all the way to the neck in spite of the heat. I remember you. You were in Gurkhul, in the war. A Major in the King's Own, and well known for being an ass. It seems you have done well, at least, as asses generally do. ...))
~Excerpt from Before They are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie
I have become quite a fan of Joe Abercrombie over the last year. After his debut, The Blade Itself, it became clear that Abercrombie was an author with an unusual voice and terrific talent. But I took my time reading this book and deciding what I would put in my review. The reason I did this is because there has been so much glowing admiration for the series that I wanted to make sure that I was looking at the book honestly and not letting my opinions be swayed by what others were saying.
For the most part I would still say this is an awesome series and I am really looking forward to the conclusion-- which is hear is fantastic. But once the novelty of Abercrombie's writing style wore off, I found that "Before They are Hanged" didn't quite grab my attention as quickly as "The Blade Itself."
If you haven't read anything by Abercrombie before, you should know, his style is very blunt. His characters never "make love," they "f**k." Always. I don't have a particular problem with that. In fact there are a lot of reasons why his characters are rough around the edges. Many of them are blunt because they have led rough lives and suffered a great deal. The only quibble I would have with his particular brand of bluntness is that almost all of his characters approach the world in the same way. Whether it be a woman of a middling upbringing or a seasoned warrior, they all tend to speak with the same lack of subtlety.
In "Before They are Hanged," the characters are the thing. I wasn't fully hooked until half-way through the book because there wasn't as much movement as I was expecting, but there was a lot of character development. Each book, so far, has been divided up into chapters that focus primarily on one-- or one group-- of characters. At the end of the first book several of the main characters met up and formed the kind of traditional "band of adventurers" that you'll find in many fantasy books, though Abercrombie's group is anything but typical.
Unlike most merry bands, such as in "The Lord of the Rings," this group doesn't particularly like or trust each other. The only character that makes any attempt to pull the group together is Logen Ninefingers. Logen is a legendary "named" man from the North known as "The Bloody Nine." He's a natural born leader and knows that it takes time to develop trust between people and he does his best to pull the suspicious group together, though they resist his attempts every inch of the way. Bayaz is the mage of the group, though his magic is as likely to harm as it is to help. He's one angry mage too, not at all the sage leader who tries to motivate the group. Jezal dan Luthar is an arrogant young soldier who is assigned to the group despite his lack of battle experience. Because of his ignorance, he looks down on the group, but he also shows the most growth along the journey. Ferro Maljin is brought in because she is of an ancient blood that makes her useful to Bayaz. She grew up as a slave and resists Logen until the bitter end, though she does thaw somewhat.
Sand dan Glokta, another character whose story weaves throughout the book, is my favorite character of Abercrombie's so far. He's sort of the soul of the series as far as I'm concerned. Horribly maimed when he was taken prisoner and tortured by the Gurkhish as a young man, he has, surprisingly, become a senior member of the inquisition-- and a torturer-- himself. Glokta always has a wry dialogue going on in his head, like the excerpt above, and I love the way his character is written. What could be an extremely unsympathetic character ends up being both compassionate and brutally realistic. He absolutely held the book together for me while I was trying to get into the rhythm of the story. I wanted to know what he was going to do, and especially what he was thinking. In "Before They are Hanged" Glokta is sent to the South to try and hold on to a city that is being attacked by the Gurkhish and find out what happened to his predecessor; another member of the inquisition who has mysteriously vanished. Glokta, never sure if he is being sent into a situation that is destined for failure, approaches everything with suspicion and humor. He is probably one of the best characters in fiction ever created.
The last main story throughout the book belongs to Colonel West and the Northmen who were once companions of Logen Ninefingers. West ends up being assigned to Prince Ladisla as sort of a babysitter. The kingdom of Angland is also being attacked on their Northern front by the Northern leader Bethod. Prince Ladisla, a cosseted, useless Prince, is sent to defend an area that is believed to be out of the way and West is sent to keep an eye on him. A group of Northmen who used to fight for Bethod have decided to join West's group after deciding they cannot side with Bethod anymore. Ladisla and his court followers are singularly useless and his character is pretty much the cliché of the pampered Prince. Not unexpectedly, the group finds themselves in the middle of a major battle and West, just barely, manages to save the Prince with the help of the Northmen. After that, it's a struggle for survival as they try to make their way through the Northern forces to safety.
Abercrombie is a talented writer and the book is way better than your average fantasy in my opinion. The only reason I had a few nits to pick with this book is because I found myself wanting a little more shades of gray when it came to the characterizations. I do think Abercrombie is an astute student of the human psyche and his characters do go through a lot of change in this book. But there were times when the catalysts felt a bit heavy handed to me. Also, the blunt speech of the characters, which was new and refreshing in the first book, lost a bit of impact in this one. I found myself craving a little bit of tact as time went on.
I also want to throw my two cents in on a criticism that came up in another review of "Before They are Hanged." One reviewer thought Abercrombie's book was slightly misogynistic, but I disagree. The world Abercrombie has created is a rough one and the women in the book go through their fair share of hard times. But if you weigh the characterizations in the book, I think the men don't fare any better than the women. The men are given their fair share of stupid moments and frankly, I think Terry Goodkind is far less kind to women than Abercrombie. All of the characters here, male and female alike, have heroic and foolish moments.
Despite a few critiques, I still think "Before They are Hanged" is a superior book in an outstanding series. Abercrombie has style that I have never really seen before. It's a kind of no-holds-barred, in-your-face fantasy epic that takes all the typical fantasy tropes and says I'm not going to do what you think I'm going to do, and you're gonna like it.
And you know what Joe, I really really do like it.












