The Lost War Is a Satisfyingly Traditional Old School Fantasy

There’s something deeply satisfying about a simple story well told. These days, most fantasy authors (and readers) seem to gravitate toward elaborate stories spread over continents and occasionally timelines, with complex magical systems, intricate political or historical hierarchies, and the kind of dense internal lore that occasionally requires a supplementary guidebook. And don’t get me wrong, all of those things, when well done, are incredible. But sometimes it’s nice to just read a straightforward adventure for a change. And while Justin Lee Anderson’s The Lost War ultimately turns out to be more complicated than it appears at first glance, its banger of an ending is one that only works because of the slow, old-school sword and sorcery-style storytelling that precedes it.
Much of Anderson’s tale is fairly traditional fantasy: A band of roguish misfit types with a variety of different and somehow also totally complementary abilities are forced to go on a quest together. And they not only find themselves changed by their journey together, but in possession of a new understanding of the world around them, and their place in it.
There is danger and death and monsters no one has ever seen before. But there is also growth and friendship and hope, in both one another and in their vision of a better future. Of course, this quest also has hidden depths, of a sort that ultimately send our heroes off on a bigger, much more complicated mission, one that might well upend the world they know. Stop me if you’ve read some of that somewhere before, okay?
Yet, despite the fact that the bulk of The Lost War is comprised of familiar beats and character types, the novel still manages to feel fresh and intriguing thanks to the deft, surprising ways that Anderson chooses to assemble these age-old characters and tropes. The result is something that’s a far more compelling read than it has any right to be—and more so than you’ll initially assume from its early chapters. (Stick with it, this story is like nothing so much as a boulder rolling down a hill, inexorably pulling you forward as a reader and building momentum toward a surprising payoff.)