Andrew Cairns’s One More Arabian Night is his follow-up/sequel to his first novel, The Witch’s List, which I also reviewed. And while I normally try to say that you have to review a book based off of its own merits and not compare it to something else, I can’t help but think about that previous novel a lot here, because everything that made Witch’s List both good and bad is here all over again, but maybe more so.
Solid first-person narration that gives you a nice sense of the main character? Check. Credit where it’s due: Cairns’s narration works, giving you a sense of being told a story by someone and giving you a nice sense of who that person really is. Dodging the normal awkward dialogue of many fledgling writers, Cairns’s protagonist – a man adrift after the realizations of the previous book and looking for love – is nicely sketched through his voice.
A bit meandering and unsure of what kind of book it wants to be? Double check. Just as The Witch’s List felt largely like a coming-of-age/growing up tale that randomly would dip its toes into horror, One More Arabian Night similarly drifts between a few love stories and bizarre tales of the supernatural. After all, this is a book that begins with an acid-fueled supernatural revenge killing…which is never revisited or mentioned again, and almost feels irrelevant to the story. And while One More Arabian Night includes these dips into the supernatural a little more often than The Witch’s List, they still feel like they don’t quite belong in the book we get – like we either need MORE of them, or LESS. As it is, the book feels odd, stuck between the story of a man finding love with multiple wives (more on that in a moment) and a strange tale of witches and folklore.
Does all of that, once again, leave you with a book whose goals you’re not sure of even when you’ve finished? A final check indeed.
But the other big issue is our hero’s dealings with women, which have gone from charming to naive and then to kind of gross as the series has gone along. In The Witch’s List, Sandy’s lusting over women from other country’s was a little more understandable, coming from the young man that he was. But over the course of One More Arabian Night, one gets the vibe that the main reason Cairns has Sandy convert to Islam is less about his faith and more out of the excuse to marry multiple women (and lust after plenty more, contemplating adding them all to his harem). That doesn’t even get into the way that every single female character worships him on every level, being unable to exist without him and constantly longing for his presence. There’s not much about Sandy that seems to inspire that devotion, and it all ends up coming out a little skeezy and off-putting.
Could Cairns be working to undermine Sandy and point out that the way he keeps treating women like objects might be causing his own issues? Maybe…but that’s not the vibe One More Arabian Night gives out, from that opening sequence to the polygamy plot thread. What was understandable, if not laudable, when Sandy was young becomes less so as he gets older, and the way the book around him seems to encourage him without realizing the unpleasantness of it all makes for a read that I can’t wholeheartedly recommend. I still think Cairns has some talent, but between the sense that this book doesn’t quite know what it wants to be and the issues with the women characters, One More Arabian Night still isn’t the solid book that I think he’ll give us some day.