Mohawk’s Brood, which Quartet published last spring, is receiving well-deserved attention.
Perhaps people then were preoccupied with planning their summer holiday and somehow missed to notice the interest that followed the publication of this extraordinary work of fiction, which takes place in China at the turn of the twentieth century.
Amanda Prantera, the author of the acclaimed Wolfsong (published by Quartet in 2013), has yet again proved to be a master storyteller whose prose, according to The Times, ‘is so delicate, so light to the touch that it belies the weight of the substantial talent that produced it’.
Such an accolade, when writing is so often much inferior than the art of weaving a good story that requires an equally good writing skill, is highly complimentary.
In Mohawk’s Brood the author does not disappoint. The narrative is exceptional and the story has a magical flow that transcends the fictional aspect by embracing a sharp eye for characterisation and the illuminating of different events from different perspectives. All this is cleverly woven, while the truth is elusive – something readers must discover for themselves.
Amanda Prantera is an old hand at novel-writing: the author of sixteen novels ranging from gothic to sci-fi, to fantasy, to mystery, creating a nightmare for blurb writers and critics who try to seek classification for her work.
Suffice to say, her legion of admirers speak volumes of her ability to enthral her reading public. The Guardian calls her ‘a fine novelist’ whereas the Daily Telegraph acknowledges that she ‘writes superbly’. On the other hand, the TLS cannot think of ‘another teller of gothic tales who betters her in the genre’.
Without further ado, I urge people who appreciate a good novel with oodles of literary merit to get a copy of Mohawk’s Brood – and prove me wrong if they can!