125 pages
Published 2020
Read from March 13 to March 14
Rating: 4 out of 5
I’ve been wanting to read this one for a while. The Empress of Salt and Fortune was brilliant, a compact and intricately layered puzzlebox of myth and memory. Tiger, however, is merely delightful. Where Empress plunged an ideological sword into the heart of monarchy, Tiger is more about the art of storytelling, particularly about how the comfort and preferences of the audience alter what is told and remembered, that prejudice determines acceptable “truth.”
The structure here is looser: where Empress felt like a novella-length short story, dense with subtle inferences, Tiger feels like a sliver from an epic novel, a brief glimpse of an unfolding wonder of mammoths and ghosts, tigers and scholars, satisfying but only a morsel. Any time spent in the world of the Singing Hills Cycle, however, is excellent.
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