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A review by alba_marie
The Witch and the Tsar by Olesya Salnikova Gilmore
sad
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.5
3.5 stars
I think I would have been more receptive to this book if Russia wasn't currently being a prick and instigating a war in Ukraine, or if the story of the Baba Yaga was set in a different Eastern European location.
It was the tale of the Baba Yaga that drew me to this book. I used to live in Poland and heard tales of the infamous witch, the Baba Yaga. I love retellings and fairytales, and enjoy a good feminist retelling. I was intrigued to read a feminist version of this Slavic witch. However, I'm not sure Gilmore's Baba Yaga really lived up to my expectations...
I expected a good old fashioned redemption story. I am a sucker for both redemption stories and a villain's backstory. In fact, these are among my favourite tropes. Often the bad buy with the secret heart of gold is my favourite character, and tales that surround them fascinate me (think Lucifer, Crowley from Supernatural, Damon, Regina the Evil Queen...). So this one seemed very much my thing.
But then I read it, and Baba Yaga was just... Yaga. There was no redemption, at least not for her. There was no backstory. There was no "and this is all the bad shit that happened to me to get me here" or "this is who I really am but I'm misunderstood because of XYZ." Yaga was just nice. Nothing like the stories that cast her as a dark witch.
God after god was thrown at the reader, as were human characters, real and imagined. Every character had at least two or even three names. So many folkloric places were also included. So complex was it that she had to include a glossary – too bad it was at the end and I didn't realise it was there until I was halfway through. It was hard to keep track of it all. It was like Gilmore didn't know if she wanted to be Neil Gaiman in American Gods or Madeline Miller's Greek retellings, and in trying to do both, she succeeded in neither one.
The slightly whimsical purple prose did not allow me to be immersed as much as I'd want, and felt like the story was constantly keeping me at a distance. Plus, the Russian setting didn't add any favours. Over all, I really wanted to like it, and while I didn't dislike it, it wasn't the Baba Yaga story I was looking for.
I think I would have been more receptive to this book if Russia wasn't currently being a prick and instigating a war in Ukraine, or if the story of the Baba Yaga was set in a different Eastern European location.
It was the tale of the Baba Yaga that drew me to this book. I used to live in Poland and heard tales of the infamous witch, the Baba Yaga. I love retellings and fairytales, and enjoy a good feminist retelling. I was intrigued to read a feminist version of this Slavic witch. However, I'm not sure Gilmore's Baba Yaga really lived up to my expectations...
I expected a good old fashioned redemption story. I am a sucker for both redemption stories and a villain's backstory. In fact, these are among my favourite tropes. Often the bad buy with the secret heart of gold is my favourite character, and tales that surround them fascinate me (think Lucifer, Crowley from Supernatural, Damon, Regina the Evil Queen...). So this one seemed very much my thing.
But then I read it, and Baba Yaga was just... Yaga. There was no redemption, at least not for her. There was no backstory. There was no "and this is all the bad shit that happened to me to get me here" or "this is who I really am but I'm misunderstood because of XYZ." Yaga was just nice. Nothing like the stories that cast her as a dark witch.
God after god was thrown at the reader, as were human characters, real and imagined. Every character had at least two or even three names. So many folkloric places were also included. So complex was it that she had to include a glossary – too bad it was at the end and I didn't realise it was there until I was halfway through. It was hard to keep track of it all. It was like Gilmore didn't know if she wanted to be Neil Gaiman in American Gods or Madeline Miller's Greek retellings, and in trying to do both, she succeeded in neither one.
The slightly whimsical purple prose did not allow me to be immersed as much as I'd want, and felt like the story was constantly keeping me at a distance. Plus, the Russian setting didn't add any favours. Over all, I really wanted to like it, and while I didn't dislike it, it wasn't the Baba Yaga story I was looking for.
Content Warnings
Graphic: War and Death
Moderate: Murder, Pregnancy, and Blood