2006
527 pages.
(This review is based on a comment I wrote on the review of The Blade Itself. It contains NO SPOILERS! The “more” thing is only there to soothe any spoilerphobics who might happen to read this.)
When I first finished Before they are hanged, the second book in Joe Abercrombie’s The First Law trilogy, I wasn’t sure if I should write a review of it or not. Normally, I don’t write reviews of sequels, as they usually end up being a list of spoilers for those who haven’t read the book in question, followed by a few paragraphs easily boiled down to “more of the same”, with a possible addition of “but better” or “but worse”.
Which is what the case was with Before They Are Hanged: More of the same, only slightly better. The world is still interesting (with a fun Moria hommage, done almost by the book, excepting the rather conspicuous absence of any Balrog-like demons), still intriguing characters, more realistic violence, still a mainly transparent and predictable plot, although with the occasional surprising detail, a continuation of its predescessor’s existentialist theme, and so on and so forth.
Before They are Hanged is solid piece of work, in other words, and slightly more so than The Blade Itself. Its most fascinating feature was the most serious non-lethal injury I think I’ve ever seen (or at least can remember seeing) afflicted on a main character in a fantasy novel — especially in a world without any magical healing avaliable.
If I were to rate it, I suppose I’d give it a strong 8/10, bordering on an 8,5, meaning that the series as a whole could end up with a rating very close to 9.5 if the last installment is as good as they claim.
Whether or not that is the case is something I’ll have to wait for about a week to find out, as I sent “Last Argument of Kings” home last weekend, and ain’t going where it is for another week.

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Jeg flytter ned til bartebyen til høsten her nå. Har du noen tips for å finne hybel? Vet du om noen ledige? Ser for meg noe i prisklassen mellom 4000 og 5000 kr. So, yeah.
17. June 2008 @ 13:28 ( Permalink )
Mellom fire og fem tusen?
Himmel og hav, mann, kan du adoptere meg? ;D
18. June 2008 @ 13:45 ( Permalink )
Ehehehehe. Jeg flyter bare på faren min, og rederiet hans (ordspill intendert). Primærnæring ftw. Så du får spørre ham.
19. June 2008 @ 13:00 ( Permalink )
We’d be BROTHERS!
19. June 2008 @ 18:07 ( Permalink )
Hybler? Tja. Jeg fant min gjennom Adresseavisen — papirutgaven, faktisk, siden jeg tross alt er ganske konservativ av meg — men de har sikkert noe på nettsidene sine også. Ellers har vel finn.no gode hybelgreier?
“rederiet hans (ordspill intendert). Primærnæring ftw”
Jeg skulle til å si noe om at rederier ikke er primærnæring, men tertiærnæring, men så slo det meg at det finnes noe sånt som trålerrederier…
17. July 2008 @ 11:39 ( Permalink )
Which I think his father’s is. At least they appear to do some form of fish-extraction from the ocean.
Konservativitet er for pyser. Naar eg blir stor skal eg bli neo-reaksjonaer. (And then revel in how few will think to point out that that’s an oxymoron)
17. July 2008 @ 12:28 ( Permalink )