I normally have two or three books going at a time but once I got into The City of Brass I couldn’t bring myself to read anything else. “Why would you want to start another book? What is this one lacking?” Nothing. So I kept reading.
Nahri lives in 18th century Cairo and ekes out a meager living as a con artist, diagnosing mysterious aliments and driving out spirits. She doesn’t believe in spirits but her marks do, so no harm, right? That is, until one day she inadvertently calls a djinn warrior to her side and they are forced to go to the titular city of brass, Daevabad, while being chased by nasties of every description.
Huzzah for own voices Muslim fantasy! I know next to nothing about this time and period which is just pitiful. So many other series riff off the the same European medieval-eque fantasy that the setting nearly paints itself, but here my only cultural frame of reference is the Disney movie Aladdin. I am so, so glad to expand on that.
The story is epic and has everything – fights, political intrigue, a varied cast of characters, and a touch of romance. There are discussions of religion, colonialism, poverty, and governance. What sway does your past hold over you, even when you can’t remember it? Can the cost of standing up for your beliefs run too high?
It’s nuanced and absorbing. There are no heroes or villains – nearly every character has made choices both admirable and abominable. There’s so much that I may have to reread The City of Brass before moving on to the next book, scheduled to be published later in 2018, but I’m very much looking forward to it.