I finished The Lymond Chronicles today. I started on the journey in 2020, after reading that Lymond had been one of C.S. Pacat's inspirations for Laurent in Captive Prince. At the time, the books were above my reading level, even though I'd been a voracious reader all my life. I enjoyed the first two books, though I struggled through them, and then decided to put the series down for another time. Then late last year, I picked up the third book. I felt I was a far stronger reader. From there until the end of Pawn in Frankincese, everything was a blur, I read it so fast. After the heaviness of the ending, I had to take another break. So two weeks ago, I decided to pick the books back up and again I devoured the last two.
I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I am inmensely relieved about the ending and have little to complain about. I wondered how Dunnett would manage to wrap up so many ideas and somehow she wrapped up most. I'm incredibly happy about where the characters end up, namely Lymond and Philippa, my favorites (separately and together!)
But I still have so much to think about and to say about these characters!
I'm still thinking about Marthe and her true intentions. About Lymond's strange dynamic with the Tsar. About what Kuzúm will grow up thinking about his parents. And I so wish we had gotten a final conversation between Lymond and Kate.
Another big thing for me is the sexual and gender fluidity we see in Lymond, which some readers (particularly older ones) seem to understate, but which was such a big driver in my decision to pick up and stick to the books. The bonds with his men are undeniable but I find myself wondering if he ever truly desires other men, or just recognizes his beauty as a weapon to be wielded against any gender. In any case, he hardly ever seems to have sex for pleasure, which in and of itself is rather interesting, given his reputation. So much to unpack. I think I will write extensively about several of these things.