Picus the Thief, by Robin Bennett
I attempted to write a review of Robin Bennett’s latest work earlier this month without much success. I deliberately tried to be even-handed and fair, but my friends took one look at the review and asked where all the feelings had gone. They were right. Reading Picus the Thief inspired many feelings in me, and regrettably not all of them were good.
I attempted to write a review of Robin Bennett’s latest work earlier this month without much success. I deliberately tried to be even-handed and fair, but my friends took one look at the review and asked where all the feelings had gone. They were right. Reading Picus the Thief inspired many feelings in me, and regrettably not all of them were good.
Unusually for me, I wanted to like this book even when it
did everything it could to put me off. Robin Bennett transforms Vampires from
the brooding children of the night into tiny fairy-like creatures and places
them into a dark fantasy world where they fit right in alongside Faies, Weres
and Trolls. An entire world of magic, wonder and betrayal exists just on the
edge of human perception, and clearly a great deal of imagination and thought
has gone into every last detail. Yet such an innovative premise is wasted on a
story that rapidly devolves from gripping suspense into disappointing mediocrity.
Picus the Thief introduces
us an outcast Vampire with a heart of gold, a tendency to pinch things, and an
overwhelming obsession with footwear. A series of botched jobs leads to a
powerful Vampire offering Picus the choice between imprisonment and retrieving
an artefact for the Vampire. Thus Picus and his cousin Lark travel throughout
the Hidden Kingdoms on their quest for the vampiric holy grail, and end up
facing deadly traps, hidden enemies and lost boots.
I found myself instantly drawn into the world of tiny
Vampires and Weres and Faies as soon as I opened the book. The humour made me
smile, if not laugh outright. Fraught moments in which Picus literally
sidesteps one threat to find himself facing another greater threat made me wonder
how he would escape. Skilful descriptions drew me into Picus’ world, while the sharp
and witty dialogue made me appreciate the characters anew.
So where did it go wrong?
Whereas the opening of the book serves up fast and
well-plotted action sequences that almost turn the pages by themselves, the
later chapters sacrifice potential suspense in the name of humour. If we are to
believe Vampires and Faies truly are mortal enemies, then the real surprise
isn’t that Picus gets caught in Faie territory, it’s that nobody cares. Some
men laugh in the face of danger, Picus shrugs, and the readers shrug along with
him.
A number of action scenes fall victim to this apathy, until
Picus becomes a completely passive hero. The well-written, fast-paced thrills of the opening chapters are forgotten as Picus devises cunning
escape plans, then decides to do nothing at all. Any action sequences that do occur
(in spite of Picus’ best efforts) are all too frequently hamstrung by the
author’s obsessive explanations of every detail and action, which grinds the
narrative to a halt. But not to worry, even when Picus finds himself hopelessly
outmatched in a fight, he can always stand back and let Mother Nature save him!
This is also the only book I’ve read where a character is
sent to a foreign land to retrieve a powerful artefact and apparently forgets why he’s there. I was quite looking forward
to the culmination of Picus’ quest in Angleland. Instead, the quest for an
ancient artefact of untold power is treated as seriously as someone nipping out
to the shops for a pint of milk. It can’t be ascribed to a irreverent, funny
narrative style either; this story frequently veers away from humour to serve
up mentions of torture and cannibalism in between multiple graphic depictions of bound and
tortured captives.
There is a minor moment of redemption towards the end of the
story, in which Picus is forced to face up to the consequences of his actions
and is utterly devastated by them. His realisation that he alone bears
responsibility for his deeds turns into a fantastic piece of insight and a rare
moment of character growth. The story closes upon a vastly different Picus to
the cheeky thief we’re introduced to in the beginning, but it’s too little, too
late.
Picus the Thief is
full of little gems that just prove its potential to become a truly stunning
tale, but the further I read, the greater my sense of disappointment grew. I
can’t help but feel that a little polishing would make this story truly great.
But instead it succumbs to increasingly poor pacing, woolly narrative and
scenes that leave a bitter taste in the reader’s mouth and inspire a lengthy
rant on a blog.
Picus the Thief, by Robin Bennett, illustrated by Rob Rayevsky
236 pages in hardcover
ISBN-10: 0956868401
ISBN-13: 978-0956868404