This Week, I've Been Mixing it Up With. . .
The Alloy of Law
I was so pleased to see that
Brandon Sanderson had extended his original Mistborn Trilogy, as I found the
magical system he’d developed for the series, that of Allomancy, Feruchemy, and
Hemalurgy – processes whereby practitioners burn/employ different metals, and,
after blending & activating them with the essence of his or her own body or
mind to produce the desired outcome – to be innovative, and somewhat different
to other fantasy novels I’ve read of late.
And what an extension it
proved to be. This is what the back cover reveals:
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Three
hundred years after the events of the Mistborn trilogy, Scadrial is now on the
verge of modernity, with railroads to supplement the canals, electric lighting
in the streets and the homes of the wealthy, and the first steel-framed
skyscrapers racing for the clouds.
Kelsier, Vin, Elend, Sazed, Spook, and the rest
are now part of history―or religion. Yet even as science and technology are
reaching new heights, the old magics of Allomancy and Feruchemy continue to
play a role in this reborn world. Out in the frontier lands known as the
Roughs, they are crucial tools for the brave men and women attempting to
establish order and justice.
One such is Waxillium Ladrian, a rare Twinborn,
who can Push on metals with his Allomancy and use Feruchemy to become lighter
or heavier at will. After twenty years in the Roughs, Wax has been forced by
family tragedy to return to the metropolis of Elendel. Now he must reluctantly
put away his guns and assume the duties and dignity incumbent upon the head of
a noble house. Or so he thinks, until he learns the hard way that the mansions
and elegant tree-lined streets of the city can be even more dangerous than the
dusty plains of the Roughs.
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Now, I don’t know about you,
but I found the premise to be rather refreshing. Scadrial has been brought
forward in time, and we’re given a glimpse of what has become of the world and
its people after our heroes and heroines put things right at the end of the
last trilogy.
For the most part, society
has drawn together in what is now the Elendel
Basin, a prepared and cultivated region surrounding its namesake capital
and other provincial towns for many miles in all directions. Life is good.
People are civilized. And culture, law and order is an accepted way of life.
Beyond the encircling mountains, however, is The Roughs; a wilderness plains area, much like the wild west of
cowboys & Indians fame. Life is much harsher there, and people look to gun
slinging lawmen and women to keep the peace.
The three metallic arts still
exist, though Allomancy and Feruchemy are by far the most widely practiced.
(Hemalurgy, it seems, is unknown in the modern world, its secrets being kept by
the kandra who survived Scadrial’s rebirth)
Of the populace, there are
those who are capable of burning just one of the 16 arcane metals, be it as an
Allomancer or as a Feruchemist in a single form, or there are the twinborn. Those blessed with both an
allomantic and feruchemical capability combined.
So what happens?
Vin, Elend, Sazed and Spook
may have guaranteed the world’s survival and the coming of a new age, but
people are still people. And as we see, while society as a whole has advanced –
to a degree – there are those still intent on getting what they want by any
means necessary. Fair or foul. Lords continue to be aloof. The downtrodden,
rebellious. And villains? Oh, they’re always out for what they can get. And
when you combine all three?
Great rollicking fun! That’s
what.
I’ve often thought it odd
when successful writers allow their universes to remain static for so long.
Brandon Sanderson hasn’t made that mistake. And by allowing Scadrial to
progress over the intervening three hundred years, it injects a breath of fresh
air into a well-established world, and a superb slant on his ever-evolving
story arc.
The Alloy of Law is markedly
shorter. At 325 pages, its half the length of his other Mistborn novels. But
that doesn’t reduce the enjoyment. Our protagonists and antagonists are well
thought out and skillfully introduced. And the relationship between Wax and
Wayne is particularly engaging. (Reminding me, to some degree, of Alias Smith
& Jones) – You’ll see. The dialogue is sharp; the slow burn a treat; the
action – when it comes – relentless; and that story arc I mentioned? It’s a
treasure to behold, as it allows the continuing mystery to establish deeper
roots, to develop, and evolve into an appealing
murder-mystery-whodunnit-action-adventure.
Or to put it succinctly:
Sherlock Holmes meets Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid.
(And yes, I’m already into
the second in this series) J
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