“The Lies of Locke Lamora is a swashbuckling, tongue in cheek tale of grand adventure and confidence trickstery.
Or: That is how it starts out. Written in competent and engaging prose, the story starts very much as a cheeky, rollicking tale of adventure. The start is flawless - it hit all the right notes. As tale about a group of conment in a slightly fantastic world, the story has a certain amount of originality (and inbuilt fun) right from the start. Later, things get a little more serious than I would have expected, and some characters that receive a lot of set up find themselves, much to the reader's surprise, ... well... I won't spoil it. Let's just say the book is not exactly predictable, which can be infuriating and rewarding at the same time.
Unfortunately, there are a couple of flaws. The biggest flaw by far is the back story, which slows down the main narrative and mostly just annoys. The flashbacks in the first part do have a point, and are even engaging. But once we know how and why Locke ended up with his mentor, all the other flashbacks are detours. His training and youth are important to the author, but should not be that important to the reader. Admittedly, there are some stories that serve to set up later events - but even those feel a bit forced and superfluous. This book could have about 30% cut and it would be better for it.
Aside from the annoying interruptions of narrative, the only real other flaw is that some of it feels a little derivative. Probably every book in the world is derivative; the key is to hide the derivation. Locke Lamora seems to owe a lot to George R R Martin's and China Mieville's work. Some of the place names have an echo of Bas-Lag (the Angevine river, etc.), and, tellingly, the giant indestructible structures left behind millennia ago by lost civilizations echo the giant ribs in Perdido Street Station. There is a slight aura of creepiness about the concept (Tolkien did something similar in parts of Fellowship of the Ring - but there you always felt as if the back story was just around the corner and probably involved elves. In Perdido Street and Locke Lamora, you feel that the answer will never be revealed, just as we will never meet dinosaurs in our world). On top of the artefacts, the tone of the story can sometimes get enthusiastically descriptive. By the end of the book, I would regularly skip paragraphs because the descriptions got a little tiring, and because the narrative was actually quite exciting at that point. In Mieville's work, I do not recall skipping paragraphs. With regards to plot developments, George R R Martin's unsentimental approach to his characters may well be the inspiration for some of the plot developments in Locke Lamora. Scott Lynch has talent, and the story is gripping, the tone usually engaging, the story well-crafted - but his descriptions do not have the melodic, almost hypnotic quality of Mieville at his best (Let's just ignore the disaster that was Un Lun Dun and the dreary Iron Council at this point), nor quite the epic grandeur that GRR Martin conjures up.
So, a good read, too often forced to slow down by back story and an overdose of description. Definitely fishing for a series or trilogy, as entire characters are infused into the book without ever making a personal appearance - but I am quite sure I'll buy the next book.
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Robert H wrote this review Saturday, February 21 2009.
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