A review by gilroi
Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master by K. Ritz

dark emotional funny mysterious reflective relaxing sad tense slow-paced

• Plot- or character-driven? Character
• Strong character development? It's complicated
• Loveable characters? Yes
• Diverse cast of characters? No
• Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

5.0

I haven't really liked any straight up fantasy books (as opposed to fantasy horror or historical fantasy) in a few years. They just didn't vibe for me. I'm so glad I read this one, so glad it was published, because it's what I've been waiting for: someone using fantasy as an excuse to do an anthropological deep dive on a culture they made up, but without getting self-consciously pretentious about it like most Le Guin descendants tend to. Essentially, I applaud K. Ritz for having the determination to write something that is kind of unmarketable, and having read it, it's more than understandable to me why it came through a vanity publishing micropress.

To be clear, this book is great. I think it's amazing. I loved it. But I can readily admit it's not for everyone, and the necessities of its shape and style mean it loses the easy audience a more conventional novel would have. I'm not saying it's too deep for normies to understand-- much the opposite, in fact. This book is fantasy, but it's not epic fantasy about world changing events, so it loses the Sandersonian crowd; there are stakes, but no battles and all the sex and violence is off screen, so it loses the ASOIAF crowd; it's fantasy about small events and bucolic experiences, but some very not cozy things happen in it, so it loses the Legends & Lattes crowd; it's got incredibly intricate aspirations in its construction, theme, and pacing, but it's written with very accessible and at times simplistic prose, so it's going to lose out on the literary fantasy crowd.

To be clear, of it changed any one of these things, it would fail to achieve its goals, but in doing so it makes itself very difficult to find a ready-made audience. I firmly believe if this was published ~20 years ago, it would have made a huge splash, but in the current landscape of over-genrefied marketing, it doesn't fit easily into a prescribed box.

What the fuck am I talking about?

Sheever's Journal is the journal about a man named Sheever, who is a poisoner, and it details a huge chunk of his life as he works in the kitchens of a noble house in a fantasy land of the author's creation. You would think this means it's a book about court politics and intrigue. It's not. It's about being Sheever, and what that means to Sheever, written as though it was a normal human's journal. I've read diary-fiction, and most of them cut corners with the diaryness to make themselves more literary; nobody has that good a memory, and almost nobody would write novelesque prose in their diary, but we expect it because we all know it's a novel and this is what we want to read, in the same way that even the most 'grounded' movies still star the world's most beautiful people. K. Ritz has no interest in this. Her novel refuses to ever forget that it's Sheever's Journal-- sentences are simple and short, written quickly, several scenes don't make sense, and things are frequently unexplained. The political situation of the world Sheever inhabits is extremely multilayered and complex, and you're not supposed to understand all of it-- if someone from another world read your journal, would they know the difference between Christianity, Christ, a Christian, and Christina Aguilera? In this book, you'll meet Dyns, Drays, and a man called Dyn; good luck keeping them straight. In the end, you don't really need to. It's supposed to be confusing. Indeed, multiple questions the novel asks, mysteries the characters entertain, are unresolved.

Is Sheever in love? Is the prophecy real (and what about his visions? His horoscope)? Is magic real? How does Mearan culture work? What is Tiarn rebuilding from? Who is the man in the prologue? How was this journal discovered? Is Sheever even running from a real thing?

These questions are never fully answered, either because Sheever doesn't know, because he already knows, or because it will be covered in the next book.

And that's what makes it great, for me. It's a book that's unflinchingly itself, and damn the consequences. It's also frequently heartbreaking and deeply evocative; some scenes in this book are going to be tattooed on my memory for years to come.

If any of this sounds remotely interesting to you, don't walk but run to read this novel. But if it sounds like it's not for you, don't force it. This book exists for itself, and in a world with an eternally shrinking quantity of midlist authors-- especially in genre fiction-- I think that's a fantastic accomplishment.