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Fiction. Science Fiction. HTML: "[An] all around brilliant space opera, I absolutely love it."�??Ann Leckie, on A Memory Called Empire A Desolation Called Peace is the spectacular space opera sequel to Arkady Martine's genre-reinventing, Hugo Award-winning debut, A Memory Called Empire. An alien armada lurks on the edges of Teixcalaanli space. No one can communicate with it, no one can destroy it, and Fleet Captain Nine Hibiscus is running out of options. In a desperate attempt at diplomacy with the mysterious invaders, the fleet captain has sent for a diplomatic envoy. Now Mahit Dzmare and Three Seagrass�??still reeling from the recent upheaval in the Empire�??face the impossible task of trying to communicate with a hostile entity. Their failure will guarantee millions of deaths in an endless war. Their success might prevent Teixcalaan's destruction�??and allow the empire to continue its rapacious expansion. Or it might create something far stranger . . . A Macmillan Audio production from Tor Bo… (more)
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Mahit improbably gets a last minute reprieve through the intervention of Three Seagrass, who insists Mahit needs to accompany her to the edge of the galaxy to help serve as an interpreter between the Teixcalaanli fleet and a bizarre alien race that is attacking them.
Indeed, the problems of language and ways to communicate is central to this sequel, always underlying the Byzantine politics and characters who are struggling to survive in a world rife with ambition, ideology, loyalty, and complex machinations among all the parties.
Interestingly, one of the languages at play is poetry and its expression through song, because that is a primary means of transmission in the Teixcalaanli culture. A second very different language that figures strongly in the story is that of shared perceptions and experiences, and how that sharing shapes future thought.
Yet another theme running through the story is the famous quote from Tacitus, the Roman orator, lawyer, and senator considered one of antiquity's greatest historians, from which the book’s title comes:
“These plunderers of the world [the Romans], after exhausting the land by their devastations, are rifling the ocean: stimulated by avarice, if their enemy be rich; by ambition, if poor; unsatiated by the East and by the West: the only people who behold wealth and indigence with equal avidity. To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace.”
Evaluation: Martine’s imagination can literally be said to know no bounds. The world-building in this space opera is very detailed and complex. The author assists by providing a glossary at the end of the book, although I would have preferred if it had preceded the story. While this book is clearly "science fiction" set in a very alien universe, the themes are universal and recognizable: quest for power, fear of death, and most of all, the desire for connection and belonging.
I quite liked the first book of the Teixcalaan series - quirky, different, a strong focus on language and world building. Characters were interesting as was the larger plot. This second book falls clearly short of
Characters are not developed any further. There are inconsistencies like the 'shard trick' that are not helping to make it better. It is more space opera, more around war and fighting and military it seems than the first. It is a more classic SF setting, and less compelling because of it.
The alien threat is real, and so the Empire responds with what it is hoped to be
Most of the action takes place at the Fleet on board the flagship, how do you even start negotiations with the aliens that are so difficult to comprehend, but there's no big battles described, instead it's all in the characters heads as they try to comprehend motives and desires. How wide is your concept of 'you'? A question asked in the first book has a different answer here.
The Minister for Pilots is very annoyed with her and not inclined to help. The Minister for Mining has made her what's a really bad offer even if Mahit believed he'd keep his promise. When Three Seagrass shows up, managing to cause more trouble in the process, but asking Mahit, as Ambassador to Teixcalaan, to accompany her to what's going to be a really difficult negotiation in the middle of a war zone, Mahit decides it is, at least, the best offer available.
The deal Three Seagrass has brought her is that they work together to negotiate with aliens whose language they not only can't understand, but is near-impossible even to listen to. The Teixcalaanlizlim not only don't understand the language; they don't understand anything about the aliens. And the aliens don't understand anything about humans--including the fact that humans and these aliens have very different experiences of personhood.
Oh, and there's the awkward little fact that the aliens are much better at destroying Teixcalaan ships than Teixcalaan is at destroying the alien ships.
It's not just the communication problems with the aliens they have to contend with, though. There are political conflicts within the fleet. Yaotlek Nine Hibiscus has only six flagships, including her own, and their supporting ships, to fight the aliens. Yet one of her fleet captains, Sixteen Moonrise, is not supporting Nine Hibiscus, but trying to undermine her, even on her own flagship, Weight of the Wheel. Among other things, Sixteen Moonrise is working to cast Nine Hibiscus's efforts to evaluate the aliens and gather information to make an attack effective, as a hesitancy to confront them at all.
Both Nine Hibiscus and Sixteen Moonrise have allies back in the Ministry of War. Nine Hibiscus also has her adjutant, Twenty Cicada, whose well-earned nickname is Swarm (he's everywhere.) Back on the Teixcalaan homeworld, Eight Antidote, eleven-year-old heir to the Emperor Nineteen Adze, is noticing intrigue going on, and looking for answers. Even engaging in some intrigue of his own. He's caught between being just eleven, only perhaps a little more mature than the average eleven-year-old, but still a kid, and at the same time, the heir to the Emperor, with some real political value and power of his own.
In all of this, there's still the uncertain relationship between Mahit and Three Seagrass, with Three Seagrass unaware of how much she unintentionally disrespects and insults Mahit, due to Teixcalaan cultural arrogance and imperialism, despite her genuine love for her. Managing that conflict is another challenge for Mahit, and confusion for Three Seagrass.
And I haven't really said a word about what an interesting character Twenty Cicada is. He's from a world absorbed into the empire perhaps more recently than many, an adherent of a minority religion, with an ethical philosophy different from the dominant one, and aside from his real friendship with the Yaotlek, that different viewpoint is an important part of his value to her. I really would like to see more of Nine Hibiscus and Twenty Cicada.
Oh, and there's a kitten. Mustn't forget the kitten!
Highly recommended.
I bought this audiobook.
Most of the main characters from the first book are back: Three Seagrass has taken in upon herself to go to the war zone and she picks up Mahit Dzmare along the way while Nineteen Adze is now the Teixcalaanli Emperor. The ninety percent clone of the previous emperor, Eight Antidote, plays a much larger role in this book. Also, the starship commander Nine Hibiscus is now the leader of six legions of starships assisted by her friend, Twenty Cicada. The six legions are on the edges of Teixcalaanli space to defend it from an alien incursion Three Seagrass and Mahit Dzmare have been called in to try to communicate with the aliens, a difficult job since just hearing their pronouncements makes all humans so nauseous they vomit. An alien body was picked up by a Teixcalaanli ship and shortly after Three Seagrass and Mahit arrive on The Weight of the Wheel, Nine Hibiscus's ship, they witness part of its autopsy but miss the important part where a resonator type of organ is found at the base of the alien's trachea. That is the organ that makes the sounds so repugnant to humans. Nevertheless Three Seagrass and Mahit figure out a few concepts in the alien language and they set about trying to establish a peace with them. Not everyone wants to have peace with the aliens. One of the commanders under Nine Hibiscus, Sixteen Moonrise, really wants to wage all out war and has undermined loyalty to Nine Hibiscus with other commanders. As it is slowly revealed, Sixteen Moonrise is a former student and current devotee to a War Ministry undersecretary, Eleven Laurel. Eleven Laurel has taken on the education of Eight Antidote in matters of war strategy back in the City. All these various persons have interconnections with others and will try to use their influence to gain their long-term goals. The reader can gather from the title that some sort of peace is achieved but the word "Desolation" in the title maybe indicates that achieving it takes a large toll.
Martine reflects the time we are living through by having a plague break out on The Weight of the Wheel. Fortunately, Twenty Cicada prevents it spreading throughout the ship. We could have used someone of Twenty Cicada's quick thinking and resourcefulness back when COVID-19 first started.
Also everybody stopping to wonder at everything instead of doing their fucking jobs. It also made the adult professionals seem a lot more useless (adding to the feeling of immaturity). It was also never appropriately explained why they wouldn't use an actual trained translator when there were people who had taken xenolinguistics courses but weren't in the military. Thank god we didn't have a view into Nineteen Adze's point of view; it would have absolutely ruined her.
(I have some other thoughts on side things about really shitty decontamination protocols, but I'd already decided I hated the book by that point so it's probably me being unfair. )
Lots of worthless repetition. Yes, I figured out what Third Hand did by the fourth time mentioned. And I also really got the picture when it was explicitly spelled out that only stationers show their teeth when they smile. Yes, I get it. Find a new way to say it, please. Maybe try some subtlety next time? For fun, say some of the dialogue out loud with the accompanying description left out, and realize how stupid it is.
Three Seagrass was the worst of them. Maybe it's my personal loathing for characters who cry at the drop of a hat.
These issues must have been in the first book and I didn't notice for some reason. Glaringly obvious now. And these are the kinds of stylistic issues where I think I probably shouldn't read any more by this author.
I'm still not a fan of the naming structure and was often confused about who was who, although that's probably my own fault. I really dug the plot as a whole, but oftentimes found the pacing to be disjointed and didn't hold my attention as well as the first book. Still, a worthy read and I hope to read more of Martine's books in the future.
The first book leaves you with a perfectly closed arc, and only a faint glimmering under the door of possibilities for what might come next. I'm of the opinion that almost always you're better off imagining what might
The author of course doesn't have that luxury, and has to populate the space beyond the door with things both new and familiar.
In A Desolation Called Peace, Martine makes the understandable but fatal error of continuing the story of Mahit Dzmare and Three Seagrass. As a sequel I found it both too much and too little. Too much reaching back, too much mechanics of plot (hard edges of plot, jammed together, inelegant), too much of Mahit and Three's relationship (way too much, in graphic detail). Too little wonder.
The first book flowed, one long swirl of prose, organic. This sequel clunks, it's a clattering loom for weaving the threads of the plot, clunk here is a thread, clunk, here is another, woven together, forced together.
If it were a standalone book, without Mahit and Three, I would say it's a good tapestry, with a Vernor Vinge feel to it, although a tapestry that is far from the finest in Twenty Cicada's collection.
Paradoxically, this would have been a much better sequel if it were much less a direct sequel. It feels like a good science fiction story and a good Teixcalaan story brought low by awkwardly forcing Mahit and Three into the plot. Tell me more about what happens after the events of Memory, sure, tell me more about how the Fleet works, how an Empire can wrestle with the right way to be an Empire, absolutely. But the leads should have been the Captain Nine Hibiscus, and one other adult lead, a first contact specialist or xenobiologist or diplomat (all of which seem to be in inexplicably short supply in the vast Empire). The role of Eight Antidote is ok, if with some improbable twists, but it needs a counterweight voice on the other side of the issue, perhaps from Eleven Laurel. I want to know what Eleven Laurel thinks, what his motivations are.
Overall, if you really enjoyed Mahit and Three's journey in Memory, I cannot recommend Desolation. Every contrived scenario and scene they're in diminishes their previous story.
The first book leaves you with a perfectly closed arc, and only a faint glimmering under the door of possibilities for what might come next. I'm of the opinion that almost always you're better off imagining what might
The author of course doesn't have that luxury, and has to populate the space beyond the door with things both new and familiar.
In A Desolation Called Peace, Martine makes the understandable but fatal error of continuing the story of Mahit Dzmare and Three Seagrass. As a sequel I found it both too much and too little. Too much reaching back, too much mechanics of plot (hard edges of plot, jammed together, inelegant), too much of Mahit and Three's relationship (way too much, in graphic detail). Too little wonder.
The first book flowed, one long swirl of prose, organic. This sequel clunks, it's a clattering loom for weaving the threads of the plot, clunk here is a thread, clunk, here is another, woven together, forced together.
If it were a standalone book, without Mahit and Three, I would say it's a good tapestry, with a Vernor Vinge feel to it, although a tapestry that is far from the finest in Twenty Cicada's collection.
Paradoxically, this would have been a much better sequel if it were much less a direct sequel. It feels like a good science fiction story and a good Teixcalaan story brought low by awkwardly forcing Mahit and Three into the plot. Tell me more about what happens after the events of Memory, sure, tell me more about how the Fleet works, how an Empire can wrestle with the right way to be an Empire, absolutely. But the leads should have been the Captain Nine Hibiscus, and one other adult lead, a first contact specialist or xenobiologist or diplomat (all of which seem to be in inexplicably short supply in the vast Empire). The role of Eight Antidote is ok, if with some improbable twists, but it needs a counterweight voice on the other side of the issue, perhaps from Eleven Laurel. I want to know what Eleven Laurel thinks, what his motivations are.
Overall, if you really enjoyed Mahit and Three's journey in Memory, I cannot recommend Desolation. Every contrived scenario and scene they're in diminishes their previous story.