Being the flagship writer for an entire sci-fi sub genre must be stressful. Not only do you have to please your fans, but your paymasters, loan sharks and own grandmother. So I've always cut Dan Abnett a little bit of slack as usually he comes through guns a'blazin' and delivers a riveting read. But lately his powers have been clouded by violent warp storms, hiding his prestigious talent for wholesale, literary destruction behind a few novels that haven't been quite up to scratch. Those being Prospero Burns, which suffers from some severe pacing issues, Salvations Reach, which stretches the realms of believability even in the 41st Millenium and Know No Fear, which was just too darn short and lacking in solid character development. Then again it was about the Ultramarines, so Dan really had his work cut out from the start.
Due to this recent bout of strife I've therefore been a bit shy of the blackest of libraries, instead focussing on my love of video games and fantasy Blood Bowl league. So when I picked up Pariah the other day it was without much enthusiasm, my telltale banter with the surprisingly well informed cashier falling flat on it's face despite his shared love of all that is grim and dark. Mentioning the current disillusionment with the 40k universe proved a greater error than originally supposed, for of my £10 gift card none was returned to me. Instead the diabolical fan boy destroyed it before my eyes, following up with a less than sincere apology, that was about as convincing as Hitler's shrug following his violation of the Munich Agreement. But I digress.
Ravenor vs Eisenhorn is, for all intents and purposes, a giant wet dream on the lining of that fan boy's over stretched boxers. It is the culmination of not one, but two of the Black Library's most iconic sci-fi sagas and by god if that didn't scare the living shit out of me. A failure would likely have sounded the death knell of my years long affair with Orks, Space Marines and those funky dressing Eldar. So it is with a solemn hand on heart that I can announce not only did Pariah exceed extremely low expectations, but announce Abnett's return to form.
One of the finest aspects of his writing has always been in setting the scene, in creating his own world within a copy-written universe. It's where a lot of 40k novels fall down, getting caught in the image of endless battlefields and sacrificial stock characters. In both Ravenor and Eisenhorn we are treated to a plethora of different worlds and cultures that showcase the weird and wonderful. Ranging from secret Mechanicus bases to dilapidated manors that sound like something straight out of a Steven King novel. And Pariah is no exception, the entire story taking place within the living, breathing city of Queen Mab. A monarch gone to seed but still possessing a glimmer of her old charm. Which is where our main protagonist Alizebeth Bequin finds her playground as not only an Inquisitorial agent in training, but as one of those rarest of creatures, a pariah. A walking hole in the world.
Of course anyone familiar with Abnett's earlier works will recognise this name immediately, harking back to the original Eisenhorn novels. It's not the only blast from the past to make an appearance, with the nefarious Cognitae and many a character from the previous outings popping by to say hello. Obviously we can't go into too much detail without screaming spoilers, so you'll just have to take my word for it that the stroll down memory lane is a worthwhile one. It should be stated however, that the majority of the novel is fixated on launching the trilogy and introducing the characters involved. It is not a nostalgia roller coaster from start to finish, but rather more subtle. It's actually very well done, allowing the reader to play detective in figuring out not only the motivations of certain characters, but who they actually are in the grander scheme of things. For sure nothing is ever as it seems, the entire story line infused with Inquisitorial levels of duplicity.
As Bequin moves through the plot, becoming steadily more suspicious of everyone around her we are left with a certain level of paranoia as to what we as readers can trust. For unlike Alizebeth we know that something catastrophic is in the offing, that a chaotic element could at any moment reveal itself. In this regard the novel fails partially in it's suspense by being a tad predictable. It is perhaps a failing that was unavoidable, for being the final part of Abnett's universe many of his deceptions have been accordingly demonstrated in his other novels. For while we may not know exactly what the deception is, we are still braced for it. It should be said that this foreknowledge of possible events doesn't effect the story a great deal, Abnett executing a number of twists that even the sharpest among us are unlikely to foresee. It rather serves as a reminder that like Gregor Eisenhorn himself, the series is certainly a little played out and frayed around the edges in it's execution.
So I think I'll leave things here for now, for fear of treading on anybody's toes. The most important thing to take away is that Pariah is a worthy successor/continuation to the Eisenhorn/Ravenor saga. It's almost like Abnett reset his internal writing clock to the days when the Horus Heresy wasn't the centre of the Black Library's world and the potential for innovation was more forthcoming. Less dictated by the strictures of Games Workshop's premier series. It's clever, it keeps you guessing and reads like a mystery novel at a time when the genre has pulled a little too violently towards explosions and spectacle. Whether the next two novels can maintain the same level of intrigue is open to the forum. Certainly the next book will reveal more of the story and the potential staying power of Abnett as not only a successful Black Library author, but a good one at that.
