Shaman is Kim Stanley
Robinsons latest published novel, and by all appearances is a standalone work. Given
the current propensity for fantasy trilogies I was half expecting this to be volume one of
some fantasy epic, but no Mr Robinson has limited the story to one book. (What the next
two titles would have been I dont know; I got stuck at Witch Doctor.)
Shaman is the story of Loon, reluctant apprentice
to the current tribal shaman Thorn, and his rites of passage through to becoming a shaman
in his own right. During the course of the narrative Loon graduates from boy to man, gains
a family, is enslaved, and decides that he really does want to be a shaman for himself and
not as a placeholder for his dead father (who was Thorns previous apprentice).
Anyone expecting a gore-spattered tale of inter-familial violence, with
devious curses and despicable magics will be disappointed, although there is action and
danger aplenty just not any of the action or danger is fantastical. Shaman
could be described as a diary of the last ice age. Mr Robinson presents a warts and
picture of life near the ice-cap, with Loon, Thorn and their tribe acting as a collective
everyman of life during this period. Fortunately, Loon and company are not mere authorial
ciphers but are characters in their own right and this reader was very interested in their
progress and fate as the action in the book unfolded.
I found Shaman to be an excellent counterpoint to
the sugar coated, fantasy epics that adorn bookshop shelves these days. Not to decry those
epics (as Ive been known to read them) but sometimes one needs that little voice
quoting Monty Pythons Yorkshireman: "Well, we ad it tuff." Mr
Robinson too has graduated to shaman status by showing how hard and, paradoxically, how
rich life could be before there was real magic to make fantasy easy and has delivered a
real story in the process. I shall eat a lunch of smoked salmon and berries in his honour.
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