A review by breakfastgrey
Salamandastron by Brian Jacques

2.0

Every couple of years or so, nostalgia calls me back to Mossflower Wood and the world of Redwall. Unfortunately, each trip has seen diminishing returns. The characters all feel the same. The plots are completely interchangeable. There’s a weird dose of animal racism that gets harder and harder to ignore. Some of the quirks that permeate all of the novels feel even harder to overlook here. How big are these animals in relation to one another and the world? Fish are massive, but a falcon can sit on an otter’s shoulder. Also, the dialects are beyond overdone. Molespeak used to be cute, but here every species has their own version of assorted British accents. It becomes cheesy and tiresome.