Passion Play | ||||||||
Beth Bernobich | ||||||||
Tor, 367 pages | ||||||||
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A review by Sherwood Smith
Passion Play is an inward book, set in a fantastic universe rich with creative myth.
Beth Bernobich opens with the absorbing inward life of her protagonist, Therez, who is a typical teen,
revelling in her own intelligence, sure she's figured out the world. Like many smart teens, when presented
with her first big challenge (and it's a very big one) she cuts and runs, not really considering that there
could be worse things out there than her problems at home. And she finds them when she joins a
caravan. Bernobich manages to make the experience utterly real, yet at no time did I find that segment
sensationalistic or gratuitous.
Therez is next taken in by elusive pleasure house owner Raul Kosenmark, who is drawn to the trauma-shocked
teen in that visceral way that many trauma survivors connect with other survivors. He, too, was young and
smart and thought he was taking the first step to power and influence when he voluntarily underwent
castration. In a magic world, physiology and biology are going to be finessed to a greater or lesser
extent -- and sure enough, we learn that castration can be reversed by magic. My interest is in the
psychological and emotional fallout, because even though Raul may physically recover what he surrendered
so blithely, the psychological and emotional effects have reshaped him permanently. So Kosenmark's high
voice is a reminder of what he went through, just as his choices and actions are more subtle reminders
that this guy, brilliant and mercurial, is a survivor.
Therez reinvents herself the way many PTSD survivors do -- she is now Ilse. This reinvention, this determination
to write her own history in the world, is what drives the second half of the book. I loved it for the believable
steps she takes to go from victim to hero. I believed in how Ilse first is tormented by the other servant
girls, who are desperate to maintain their hierarchy in the small world of the kitchens, just as real
people do. For the first time, Ilse makes that crucial step from ego to e pluribus unum in a way that I
found more satisfying than if she'd marched back to the caravan and with her magic sword eviscerated all
the bad guys. And the second step is to be willing to engage outside of the relatively safe kitchen world,
and once again attempt to take her place in the dangerous outer world. Only this time, not by running, but
in alliance and by degrees, assembling her tools one by one.
Raul, ejected from his world, also is reinventing himself through his shadow court -- a way for the powerless
to engage the powerful. As Ilse begins to learn that world, the two of them are drawn together, emotionally
paralleling in a real and fascinating complement, setting the reader up for the next segment of their adventures.
Full disclosure: I read this book through several drafts. Each time Beth Bernobich sent it back
to me, I ended up absorbed all over again. It's got a unique structure -- the first half is action-fraught,
and the second half is reaction to the action, in a way that I found more convincing than many novels,
fantasy or not, that purport to explore the darker side of human relations, sex in particular. Subtle and
complex, Raul and Ilse linger in memory, inspiring me to look forward to book two.
Sherwood Smith is a writer by vocation and reader by avocation. Her webpage is at www.sff.net/people/sherwood/. |
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