The Familiar - Leigh Bardugo
Oct. 24th, 2024 09:42 pmThis was an unexpected reading experience, because I bounced pretty hard off the Six of Crows duology, the only other books of hers that I've read. But I *loved* this. It's magical, lyrical, brutal, and thought-provoking. I cried at the end, which is very rare for me.
In Inquisition-era Spain, Luzia is a downtrodden kitchen scullion who can perform small magic to make her work easier - fixing burnt bread, multiplying eggs, and trying to hide her unusually educated status from the people she works with, and her magic as well as her Jewish heritage from anyone who might betray her to the Inquisition. Then her vain, selfish mistress Valentina (unhappy, struggling to maintain appearances despite debt, and trapped in a loveless marriage) finds out about Luzia's power and decides to use it to secure her own fortunes. Unfortunately this brings Luzia to the attention of the luckiest man in Renaissance Madrid, a man whose relentless and unbreakable luck is due to the magic power of his familiar - an immortal, magical monster bound to the service of his family. No one has ever told Victor de Paredes that he can't have what he wants. And now he wants to acquire Luzia and her magic as well. But his familiar has also figured something out - if his master is willing to accept Luzia as a trade, he can finally, after thousands of years, be free.
This book is a rough ride. It's very much a book about being trapped, and being angry, about power and morality and whether it's possible or desirable to be a good person in a society where everyone informs on everyone else and most of your choices are out of your control; sometimes it's just a choice between worse and worst, or whom to betray when not betraying anyone isn't an option. I love how raw and brutal Luzia's anger is, a whole lifetime's worth of anger bound up in her miserable life and the collapse of her dreams, leaving her bereft of the possibility of home and family that would have made her happy, reaching for power and admiration over safety and love because it's the only way to avoid a life of backbreaking labor and loneliness.
But it's not a hopeless book. One of the big surprises for me is how sympathetic most of the characters were. This is a book that's very empathetic to selfish, ambitious women - Luzia, Valentina, and Luzia's aunt Hualit (who changed her name, shunned her family and religion, and made her fortune as a rich man's courtesan) are all complicated, well-drawn characters whose ambition is a positive feature while they're also not allowed to avoid the consequences and the damage from it. Among other things, this is a book about holding onto scraps of magic and moments of happiness in a cruel world, clawing for what's yours, and carving out a space for yourself whether the world wants to make room or not.
And it's also simply - beautiful. The language is lovely, the imagery vivid, and the fairy-tale elements really work together with the brutal, earthly parts. And sometimes it's funny (Luzia in particular is utterly charming when she finally starts to get the chance to indulge her intellectual side and banter with people), or incredibly touching and sweet. The romance charmed me thoroughly, even when I can see doom bearing down on them.
I can't really talk about the familiar of the title because almost everything about him is a secret and we don't really start getting to know him until about halfway through the book, but I really loved him.
Nonspecific spoilers on whether the characters get a happy or hopeful ending
I could see myself having had the potential to become absolutely obsessed with this book in a formative-creative-influence kind of way if I'd read it at, say, age 17 or 20. Which of course I didn't, and at this age it doesn't hit like that. But there's a resonance to it, like it plucked a string in my brain - not at all in a fandom way, but in a kind of "oh, *that's* going on the bookshelf so I can reread it now and again for the rest of my life" kind of way. (But not too often, because it's much too harrowing to be a comfort reread. It's more like a book I might read now and then because I want to completely immerse myself in another world, a book you sink into and think a bit differently for a while.)
In Inquisition-era Spain, Luzia is a downtrodden kitchen scullion who can perform small magic to make her work easier - fixing burnt bread, multiplying eggs, and trying to hide her unusually educated status from the people she works with, and her magic as well as her Jewish heritage from anyone who might betray her to the Inquisition. Then her vain, selfish mistress Valentina (unhappy, struggling to maintain appearances despite debt, and trapped in a loveless marriage) finds out about Luzia's power and decides to use it to secure her own fortunes. Unfortunately this brings Luzia to the attention of the luckiest man in Renaissance Madrid, a man whose relentless and unbreakable luck is due to the magic power of his familiar - an immortal, magical monster bound to the service of his family. No one has ever told Victor de Paredes that he can't have what he wants. And now he wants to acquire Luzia and her magic as well. But his familiar has also figured something out - if his master is willing to accept Luzia as a trade, he can finally, after thousands of years, be free.
This book is a rough ride. It's very much a book about being trapped, and being angry, about power and morality and whether it's possible or desirable to be a good person in a society where everyone informs on everyone else and most of your choices are out of your control; sometimes it's just a choice between worse and worst, or whom to betray when not betraying anyone isn't an option. I love how raw and brutal Luzia's anger is, a whole lifetime's worth of anger bound up in her miserable life and the collapse of her dreams, leaving her bereft of the possibility of home and family that would have made her happy, reaching for power and admiration over safety and love because it's the only way to avoid a life of backbreaking labor and loneliness.
But it's not a hopeless book. One of the big surprises for me is how sympathetic most of the characters were. This is a book that's very empathetic to selfish, ambitious women - Luzia, Valentina, and Luzia's aunt Hualit (who changed her name, shunned her family and religion, and made her fortune as a rich man's courtesan) are all complicated, well-drawn characters whose ambition is a positive feature while they're also not allowed to avoid the consequences and the damage from it. Among other things, this is a book about holding onto scraps of magic and moments of happiness in a cruel world, clawing for what's yours, and carving out a space for yourself whether the world wants to make room or not.
And it's also simply - beautiful. The language is lovely, the imagery vivid, and the fairy-tale elements really work together with the brutal, earthly parts. And sometimes it's funny (Luzia in particular is utterly charming when she finally starts to get the chance to indulge her intellectual side and banter with people), or incredibly touching and sweet. The romance charmed me thoroughly, even when I can see doom bearing down on them.
I can't really talk about the familiar of the title because almost everything about him is a secret and we don't really start getting to know him until about halfway through the book, but I really loved him.
Nonspecific spoilers on whether the characters get a happy or hopeful ending
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A lot more than I was expecting. The body count is pretty high towards the end. But the final ending is genuinely very hopeful: the worst of them get a poetically just comeuppance, and the final, happymaking twist with Luzia and her lover really lands hard - that was the point when I burst into tears. And a few other characters get pretty nice endings. I liked how many different shapes of lives there are in this book, and how influenced by their society they are; this is definitely a book that feels historical, if that makes sense - the characters are not modern people.I could see myself having had the potential to become absolutely obsessed with this book in a formative-creative-influence kind of way if I'd read it at, say, age 17 or 20. Which of course I didn't, and at this age it doesn't hit like that. But there's a resonance to it, like it plucked a string in my brain - not at all in a fandom way, but in a kind of "oh, *that's* going on the bookshelf so I can reread it now and again for the rest of my life" kind of way. (But not too often, because it's much too harrowing to be a comfort reread. It's more like a book I might read now and then because I want to completely immerse myself in another world, a book you sink into and think a bit differently for a while.)