Lots of stories start with a corpse--Shadows of Self starts with a room full. Readers familiar with Brandon Sanderson’s colorful magic, fun characters, and exciting action won’t be let down by the latest in his Mistborn world—it is all that and more. Though his characters read a touch flat, and the society he creates is not as nuanced as real life, the book has some top-notch plot twists, and a little more philosophical meat than your average fantasy tale.
Shadows of Self is essentially CSI with magic—the hunt for a mad(wo)man intent on destroying the city through a series of calculated murders, dividing the city apart along old lines of class, religion and nobility. The tension ratchets up when clues left by the murderer (a shapeshifter) reveal intimate knowledge of double-magicked vigilante main Waxillium, pushing him to question his convictions even as those convictions pull him farther into revelation and danger. Readable alone, the book has fun nods to its four predecessors and introduces important new twists to the world.
The best part of Shadows of Self is the final revelation sequence—totally unexpected, answering long-nagging questions and raising more, there are moments on a level with Fight Club, changing your understanding of everything that's happened. It’s also emotionally punchy—in a book where I can’t quite take any of the characters seriously, it still hit me in the gut, and left me (and the main character) in just the kind of cathartic wreck we love with good writing.
That’s not to say it’s perfect. Aside from that moment of pathos, the characters read more like comic book heroes than real people—a touch too noble, too humorous, or too flat to strike at the heart of human nature. The book’s events transform none of them save for Waxillium, and even his arc feels incomplete at novel’s end—which may be why Sanderson wrote the sequel immediately after (to be released January 2016). Knowing him, this was all likely necessary to set us up for even bigger pay-offs in the coming books.
The plot also depends on a working-class uprising that feels a little too easy. Whether Sanderson didn’t want to get into messy bourgeous/proletariat issues, or didn’t have time in an uncharacteristically-snappy 130,000 word novel, or just failed to pull it off, the plot depends on us buying that the threat is real. I didn’t. It also fell into the madman-mastermind trap you might recognize from The Dark Knight, in which a mentally unstable villain somehow coordinates a large and well-trained group of henchmen behind the scenes while battling the hero onscreen.
Still, the world is imaginative enough and the characters fun enough to each get 2.5 out of 3 stars. The book also has some fun quirks, like self-deprecating in-world broadsheets and sexual innuendos shocking for normally-clean-rating Sanderson. Better yet, the magico-historical setup lets him explore theological issues that leave us with a little more value than just a fun story. In short, a well-written and recommended read—just what we expect from one of the best-selling authors in fantasy.
A fantasy lover since Tolkien in third grade, Levi has been published in several magazines, including Lakeside Circus, Perihelion SF, and Spark: A Creative Anthology. He is currently at work on a novel--fantasy, of course.