Reflections on Midnight Tides
Finished Midnight Tides this week. Wow. I keep wondering how Erikson could top what he’s already done, then he does it again. I’ve learned to trust the character shifts and new narratives and this is my favorite turn yet! I’m almost disappointed to go back to the Malazans in Bonehunters, never imagined I’d say that. I hope I get more Edur, Letherii, and Crimson Guard.
Even before going into it I’d heard Letheras was a good commentary on modern culture, and I agree, but I think the juxtaposition of Letheras and the Edur is what makes it so powerful. At first glance the Edur are tribal traditionalist at odds with the Letherii manifest destiny, but as the book progressed they proved themselves so similar. Both cultures are built on noble lies about themselves. And as they become more similar I notice the commentary feels more to be against the gears of war and the force of societal expectations against the mercy and honor of individuals. About the way we lose something when we become so preoccupied in building the story of what makes “us” better than “them.” And the way the massive scale of imperial war alienates us from even the few surviving virtues of honorable combat. None of these philosophical narratives would land without the intimacy of each character. Trull is far and away my favorite character yet, his anxieties about his changing society posed against his love for his family and desire to do his duty is so poignant. I can’t stop thinking of him crying after one of the battles with Lilac’s hand on his shoulder.
Seren Pedac made me cry, multiple times, I don’t have high hopes for happy endings around here but I do hope she and Trull meet again. Easily my favorite female character Erikson has written. There’s been a lot of violence against women in this series, which is an understandable part of war, but I don’t love seeing it. In my opinion this was his best confrontation yet with the inner world of a woman suffering that violence, I really respect the way he wrote her.
And Tehol and Bugg, I can’t put words to it, so precious, comedic, and simultaneously such a valuable part of the portrait the whole story is painting.
When I started Malazan I was worried the grimdark would be too dark for me, I rarely enjoy darkness for its own sake. I’ve seen enough tough shit in life I don’t like to dwell on it in fiction. What’s surprised me about this series is how healing I’ve found it. There are so many moments of compassion, mercy, and beauty, and seeing them shine in spite of all the moments of grief is inspiring. It’s such a raw and honest confrontation with how the scope of history makes us feel powerless… yet Erikson continuously reminds us of the value of our individual agency in the midst of it.
I have all these friends reading shallow works like A Court of Thorns and Roses and I’m trying to explain to them why I’m crying over an Elder god choosing to be a manservant. Thank you for being my bookclub Malazan Reddit. I’m glad there’s other humans in the world with patience for stories like these. I can’t wait to start Bonehunters and be astounded yet again.