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When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain
by Nghi Vo
"What are you doing?" hissed Si-yu.
"Telling a story."
When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain is a classic tale: the protagonist must forestall their death by telling a story that lasts the night. The shape of the book is familiar, but the substance is new, and Nghi Vo takes advantage of the form to create forks in the tale, places where versions branch and leave room for footnotes. The result is a beautiful tale that pulled me along as I couldn't wait to learn the fate of Scholar Dieu—and Chih, of course.
I probably should have read The Empress of Salt and Fortune before I picked up the second book in the series, but I didn't realize it was the second book until I was already a few pages in. Regardless, I don't think my lack of background crippled my enjoyment—the story stood alone quite well, though it pointed toward a larger universe.
If you are in the mood for a quick and engaging read, give this novella a try.
The paws swung down, still tipped in silvery claws, and the orange was bright and living and the black was deep and dead."
"Telling a story."
When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain is a classic tale: the protagonist must forestall their death by telling a story that lasts the night. The shape of the book is familiar, but the substance is new, and Nghi Vo takes advantage of the form to create forks in the tale, places where versions branch and leave room for footnotes. The result is a beautiful tale that pulled me along as I couldn't wait to learn the fate of Scholar Dieu—and Chih, of course.
I probably should have read The Empress of Salt and Fortune before I picked up the second book in the series, but I didn't realize it was the second book until I was already a few pages in. Regardless, I don't think my lack of background crippled my enjoyment—the story stood alone quite well, though it pointed toward a larger universe.
If you are in the mood for a quick and engaging read, give this novella a try.
The paws swung down, still tipped in silvery claws, and the orange was bright and living and the black was deep and dead."