In the last year, I've been introduced to the Gentleman Bastards sequence, and gobbled the existing books up with insatiable hunger. Starting with The Lies of Locke Lamora, we are introduced to the Gentleman Bastards, a gang of con artists raised and tutored by Father Chains, a priest of the patron-god of thieves. The Lies of Locke Lamora introduces us into Lynch's world that is rich, and beautiful, and unspeakably brutal. The book, itself, is brilliant in a way I didn't know books could be.
When I finished book one I got in my car, drove to Barnes and Noble, and purchased Red Seas Under Red Skies. Red Seas was every bit as good as the first, and then some. The most memorable moment of the series, so far, is nestled right in the beginning of this book, as Locke and Jean are getting settled in a new city. I won't spoil it for you. I will tell you that I've read the first hundred pages at least a dozen times for a good reason.
Then I waited. Eagerly.
Republic of Thieves brings a new life to the series. Locke finds himself indebted to the Bondsmagi of Karthain, who are asking him to perform a simple task: rig a political election. The premise may seem a bit off-putting, but if you stick with it, you're going to be greeted with some of the freshest writing in the series to date. Once you're into the thick of the book, you see something you've not seen before: Locke is having fun doing what he loves. With every setback and small victory, every shouted expletive (both good and bad), I couldn't help but watch Locke as thoroughly in his element as he has ever been. Even in his dealings with Sabetha. That's right, for the first time in the series we get to see the woman of Locke's dreams, and it is delicious.
I'm not going to go on at length, weighing every moment, every disappointment and moment of intense confusion (and there are many), I'm going to simply say buy this book. If you haven't read the first two, buy them, too. You won't regret it for a moment.
Before I log off, I want to give a special shoutout to swearing. You heard me. Swearing is something that Scott Lynch does on an Olympic level. I admit it's a part of why I love reading his books so much. Nearly once per page I found myself laughing aloud at some of the outlandish, and at the same time, stunningly perfect descriptions of things. Whether it be the weather or a bottle of wine, or the way a woman's hair shines in the right light, Scott Lynch has a vulgar description of it that will make you cringe and laugh and love the book even more.
I can't wait for the next book. Scott Lynch, you are a master of your craft, up there with Brandon Sanderson and Patrick Rothfuss, by my estimation.