[Review] Rakesfall by Vajra Chandrasekera

Title: Rakesfall
Author: Vajra Chandrasekera
Publisher: Tordotcom
Source: I got mine from Libby, but I am unsure if it’s available in Malaysia. It IS available as an audiobook (of all things) on Google Play Books for RM44 (at time of review).
Below is my first impression upon finishing Rakesfall.
Rakesfall, or what did I just read?
Well, part of the problem is that I read it when I was literally half-asleep, for I am tired from not getting enough sleep because we needed to be up early today and I do not know what I want to eat here where I am waiting for the next family gathering and the way the prose has wound itself in my head in a stream of consciousness not quite like any other…
Rakesfall defies description because it comes down to asking what kind of story you expect to hear.
Is it one where there is a nice, straightforward narrative? Is it one where there is a beginning and an end and you know all the players and the stakes and therefore very little if any is of surprise? Is it one where it is a story told simply because we humans seek novelty and thus any form of story, as long as it is told with conviction from the storyteller?
The first two, of which honestly, are how most of us discover stories, will find it very difficult to get into Vajra’s prose. The last, who seek stories for the sake of novelty, who seek to hear words and meanings and emotions, will probably find it easy to thread through Rakesfall.
The hunger, the anger, the coldness, the revenge, the smallness, the desire, the escape, the finality, the banality…
Saying that Rakesfall is quite unlike any other story I’ve read is a massive understatement. I’ve read the Saint of Bright Doors, his previous work, and even that at least had a sort of narrative straightfowardness, a thread by which to follow the weave of the story.
This? This is no jungle. There is no physicality to root yourself in (unless you got a physical hardcover, to which I congratulate you, I read this as an ebook). Rather, you find yourself tethered only to the words in front of you, following a described journey that entraps the mind and ensorcells the senses.
By the end of the book, there is nothing to anchor yourself to the world he has built, the future he describes, the battles you witness, nothing that holds you to the reality of who you are and where you are and what you have just experienced because trust me, reading Rakesfall is an experience, nothing but the witnessing of an end where it is both satisfying and yet somewhat unsatisfying, because you do not want more, but you feel it is incomplete.
TL;DR – I enjoyed Rakesfall and I am only a little sad that I cannot read it again for the first time.