Black Leopard, Red Wolf by Marlon James

Black Leopard, Red Wolf (Dark Star Trilogy, #1)

by Marlon James

SHORTLISTED FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD IN FICTION

The Sunday Times number 1 Bestseller and A New York Times Bestseller

'Black Leopard, Red Wolf is the kind of novel I never realized I was missing until I read it. A dangerous, hallucinatory, ancient Africa, which becomes a fantasy world as well realized as anything Tolkien made, with language as powerful as Angela Carter's. It's as deep and crafty as Gene Wolfe, bloodier than Robert E. Howard, and all Marlon James. It's something very new that feels old, in the best way. I cannot wait for the next instalment' -Neil Gaiman

'The child is dead. There is nothing left to know.'

Tracker is a hunter, known in the thirteen kingdoms as one who has a nose - and he always works alone. But he breaks this rule when he joins a band seeking a lost child. His companions are strange and dangerous, from a giant to a witch to a shape-shifting Leopard, and each hides their own secrets.

As they follow the boy's scent from perfumed citadels to infested rivers to enchanted darklands, set upon by murderous foes, Tracker wonders: who really is this mysterious boy? Why don't people want him found? And, crucially, who is telling the truth and who is lying?

Black Leopard, Red Wolf is the first novel in Marlon James's Dark Star Trilogy.

'A game-changing modern fantasy classic.' Financial Times

'Complex, lyrical, moving and furiously gripping... This new book will propel James into a new galaxy of literary stardom.' Observer

'To call this novel original doesn't do [it] justice... James has thrown African cultures, mythologies, religions, histories, world-views and topographies into the mighty cauldron of his imagination to create a work of literary magic.' New Statesman

Reviewed by Ben Pick on

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This book is not for me. The first time it became a story within a story within a story, I wanted to put the book down. The plot felt meandering and uneven, sprinting past major events only to double back and tell us what happened. The narrator spends the entire book not wanting to be there or caring about why they are doing anything. Even his stance of "in it for the money" felt shallow and unearned. I don't see how this story could be so critically acclaimed. It painted a vast world, but never dove deep enough into it as we followed a character between set pieces where he actively pisses off everyone around him.

All of my complaints pale in comparison to the number of times the narrator refers to his own dick for no other reason than to ensure it is still attached.

I was interested in the book's telling of African folklore and mythology and came away with a kaleidoscope of monsters built to pad the story's length.

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