Malekith (Gav Thorpe)
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Malekith is the novel you hoped Gav Thorpe would write. No one else would have been remotely qualified. This isn't simply because he also wrote the dwarf and dark elf army books, though that undoubtedly helped. As Angels of Darkness, 13th Legion and the early short story 'The Faithful Servant' all attest, he can, more than any other Black Library author, add layers of flesh and blood, hope and despair to the bones of Warhammer characters. Psychological realism, deftly analysed, crisply reported, is his strength. Here, it is equal to its subject.
Many will perceive the novel as a tragedy, an epic, or both. So it is. But it's also a character study. This is not to belittle Thorpe's achievement--on the contrary. The best GW novels (Fulgrim, Flight of the Eisenstein, Angels of Darkness) tend to be character studies. You might wonder why this should be, but why is the answer. Most readers already know how things happened; but their curiosity itches to know why. That makes all the difference. It also demands more than one fight scene after another. The author has to break through the realism barrier and plunge into inner space. In telling the rise and fall of Malekith, Thorpe finds a perfect trajectory for this journey.
We first meet Malekith a year after the death of his father, Aenarion the Defender, tragic hero and saviour of the elves. Chaos has been routed; Ulthuan is in ruins. But it has a future. But a new king needs to be crowned. Malekith is presented as the heir apparent. The other nobles have their doubts. You can see why. Morathi, Malekith's mother and loudest supporter, makes Sarah Palin seem well-adjusted by comparison. An enlightened path and 'debate with the peons' is no good - only iron rule, 'the right to decide for all', will secure Ulthuan's future. Embarrassed, Malekith offers a calmer petition on his behalf, but swears to abide by the council's decision. Another noble, Bel Shanaar of Tiranoc, is swiftly chosen and crowned instead.
The decision, of course, gnaws at Malekith, but not for the reasons you suspect. Honour and glory are stepping stones, but the loss of his father, the feeling of someway failing his legacy to protect the elf race, grip him as tightly as a hand around his throat. Even Asuryan himself is dwarfed by the dark gods; something needs to be done.
Hardly a load of laughs, you might think. But in fact, thanks to Thorpe's playful wit, there is comedy amid all the tragedy. The early chapters concerning the culture clash with the dwarfs - and Malekith's later speech to their uncomprehending ears - are very funny, as well as invigoratingly realistic. Simple things, such as words for precious metals and the texture of food and drink speak volumes about the culture Malekith explores, and so do Malekith's reactions to them.
This is Thorpe's best work to date--which is saying a lot. It features all his favourite themes - fascism, metaphysics, faith - and with them covers a larger, wider canvas than any he has attempted before. Not to be missed.