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Six million years ago, at the very dawn of the starfaring era, Abigail Gentian fractured herself into a thousand male and female clones: the shatterlings. Sent out into the galaxy, these shatterlings have stood aloof as they document the rise and fall of countless human empires. They meet every 200,000 years to exchange news and memories of their travels with their siblings. Not only are Campion and Purslane late for their thirty-second reunion but they have also brought along an amnesiac golden robot for a guest. But the wayward shatterlings get more than the scolding they expect: they face the discovery that someone has a very serious grudge against the Gentian line, and there is a very real possibility of traitors in their midst. The surviving shatterlings have to dodge exotic weapons while they regroup to try to solve the mystery of who is persecuting them and why-before their ancient line is wiped out of existence forever.… (more)
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It was apparent from early on that the title of this book was going to be a pun.
The Gentian Line builds stardams. Using ringworlds constructed by a lost civilisation known as the Priors they surround suns completely. Not even a supernova can get through. These suns, then, are housed.
The
The shatterlings Campion and Purslane - all the Gentians have names derived from plants - are aberrant in that they are lovers. They are late for their Line’s reunion, an important gathering where all the members’ memories of their latest “circuit” of the galaxy are collected and shared. Before they arrive they receive the news that most of the Gentian Line has been destroyed in an attack. The novel works through their attempts to find out why, the significance of the mysterious occlusion of the Andromeda galaxy, and of the hidden Line called the House of Suns.
The book is split into eight parts each of which begins with a section which follows Abigail’s childhood. Thereafter succeeding chapters are, in turn, narrated from the viewpoints of Campion and Purslane. At first it is difficult to make sense of this as Reynolds does not differentiate their voices clearly enough. The other “characters,” some of whom are machine intelligences, step forward Cadence and Cascade - a King Crimson allusion? - are also not well delineated, even the elephant-like Ugalit Panth.
What Reynolds does give you is plot, in abundance. 500 pages of closely packed print is pushing it a bit, though.
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Another thing that bothered me about "House of Suns" was its universe's riotous abundance. Literature, like most of human life, is usually defined by its limitations, and one of those necessary limitations is material: there just isn't enough stuff for everyone, and it's unlikely to last forever. Jane Austen wouldn't have had a career if it was otherwise. In "House of Suns," though, the galaxy seems to have been completely colonized by a set of technologically advanced first-world civilizations, and most people can order up just about whatever they want from the nearest "maker," which organizes matter into anything you might need, be it a cool glass of white wine or a laser gun. This unbelievable prosperity seem to rob this narrative of much of its meaning, though. In a world where both death and poverty have been roundly defeated, how could anything that happened be taken particularly seriously? In short, the formless ennui that threatens some of ennui that threatens some of this novel's characters began to threaten me. I've seen some reviewers say that it was nice to read a contemporary science fiction tome that didn't assume that our future is necessarily dystopic, but I feel that "House of Suns" moves the goalposts – or redesigns the playing field – a bit too much.
"House of Suns" isn't completely without its admirable qualities, though. The author skilfully weaves in a storyline concerning the founder of a "line" of clones playing a medieval-themed virtual reality-style game into the book's central plot, and the book is briskly paced and fun to read, with space battles and galaxy-wide conspiratorial intrigue to spare. Its treatment of science is, as far as I can tell, relatively realistic, and Reynolds introduces a fine selection of post-human or quasi-human intelligences, interesting and beautiful alternatives to the sort of consciousness we're familiar with. Still, I suspect that I'll leave this one for the genre's real fans and beam back to literary fiction. I'm gonna leave the interstellar adventures to somebody else.
(Reynolds is about my age, and I wondered at one point in this book if it had been partly inspired by a childhood reception of the mysterious allusions to the 'Clone Wars' in the 1977 Star Wars film, before those were fleshed out into the typically disappointing fare of the later development of that franchise.)
There are three characters with narration duties. At the start, and at wide intervals throughout, a much earlier story is told by Abigail Gentian, founder and clone parent of the House of Flowers, or Gentian Line of shatterlings. Otherwise, the narrative voice alternates chapter-by-chapter between a pair of incestuous Gentians in a "present" setting millions of years later.
Important to the plot and the setting of the book are a race of autonomous "Machine People" who vastly surpass humans in physical and mental capabilities at the individual level. I thought it a little odd that these were often referred to as "robots" as if the term were not pejorative. There are allusions early in the book to an interstellar human faction ("human" is used to include a wide range of post- and trans- humanity) called the Disavowers, who are antagonistic to the Machine People, but this notion is never fully developed.
In reviews and commentary on this book, I have seen it characterized as "hard" science fiction. Reynolds certainly has the scientific chops to write hard sf, but this story is set amidst technology so very advanced beyond our immediate ambitions, and so speculative, that it read as fairly fantastic to me. Only the willingness to take seriously the relativistic limitations on interstellar polity seemed "hard." The stasis technology used for "abeyance" and "chronomesh" time drugs in particular seemed almost as hand-wavy as superluminal jump drives.
In its galactic scope and range of humanity-stretching concepts, this novel most reminded me of two other space operas, Vinge's A Fire Upon the Deep and MacLeod's Engine City. I did enjoy it, but it didn't deliver an itch to seek out and read more of Reynold's work immediately.
The Gentian Line is a family of 1000 clones of a woman named Abigail Gentian. Actually that's a mistake as there
The bulk of the book is devoted to unravelling that mystery and there's far to much to be able to summarize it. You'll just have to read it for yourself. I promise you it will be worth it.
The book has two parallel stories: a shorter one following the youth of Abigail Gentian, who grows up to spawn the thousand shatterlings called Gentian Line (or the House of Flowers, since all of them are named after flowers), and a larger one following the intertwined lives of two of her shatterlings, Campion and Purslane, who have broken the rules of their Line, fallen in love, and taken up traveling together. They arrive late at a scheduled reunion of the Line, fearing censure by their fellows, and discover that someone has attempted to wipe out the entire clan. Their challenge is to figure out who did it, and why— and to survive.
Reynolds does a good job of keeping the suspense high even as the action stretches over the decades and centuries of interstellar travel. The tale includes some reflections on recent events, including the fear of the Other and the erosion of morality in times of stress. The feel is very much in the New Space Opera style of his other works, but is not as dark as the tales in his Revelation Space universe.
Good, as most Reynolds is, but not his best.
The other thread, the main story, follows Purslane and Campion, two of Abigail's shatterlings, as they barter for knowledge and try to offload a difficult passenger, an aquatic being known as Dr Mennix, on their way to a re-union of the Gentian shatterlings, known collectively as the 'House of Flowers'. Chapter viewpoints alternate between the two clones, who are only identifiable when they name the other clone.
After an encounter with a rogue spaceship trader, Ashtega, they rescue a Machine Person (an intelligent robot), Hesperus, who has unusual memory gaps. We learn that there is a Void where the Andromeda galaxy should be, that an earlier super-race called the Priors disppeared after strewing the galaxy with incredible devices and that the Vigilance, a massive Dyson sphere inhabited by giant mutated humans who collect information, are interested by the deposit of a memory 'trove', that Campion traded with them.
The story wastes no time in kicking into high gear, as the two threads slowly combine into a complex web of crime and betrayal, based around the shadowy 'House of Suns'. The sense of of wonder never goes away, as yet more new technological wonders are unleashed, especially in the final denouement. In complete contrast, it seems as though the only thing that has not changed in six million years are people, as the adventures of Purslane and Campion are understandable in our terms. Amidst the mayhem, they are in love and have sex. While the people in it are somewhat ordinary this
novel succeeds spectacularly in being extra-ordinary in science-fictional terms.
The structure of the book has a framing device at the outset of each section, with the main chapters being offered from alternating viewpoints. The section-opening story elements are quite good, but I think they are probably why the book just failed to make the top score in my assessment. The main body whips you along speedily from set-piece to set-piece, each of which is entirely satisfying. The cloning/longevity tie-in paints a picture of the far future which is quite novel, and I particularly liked the back-story around the genesis of the 'Spirit of the Air'. In general the quality of the writing easily met the standards I have come to expect from Alastair Reynolds.
Can't thing of a reason why I wouldn't thoroughly recommend this to anyone, other than my general moan that books are produced in a large format nowadays that makes them particularly clumsy to handle: bring back the old-size paperback!
House of Suns is a standalone book, and doesn't need to be read with any other of Reynolds' work. It is an epic in every sense of the word, and it's all done in less than 500 pages.
It is the story about several "lines" of family throughout
If you like science fiction and "space opera," good writing, excellent stories about people and individuals, you will love this book.
It seemed rushed to me.
I admit his output has been staggering, with substantial novels at least once per year. And hey, man's gotta eat, I'm sure.
With that
For example, Spirit of the Air was utterly fantastical. Not alot of thought given or explanation provided for what tech he used and how he evolved, really.
Same of the space battles and such. Usually, the space battles / missions go on for a while, with detailed descriptions of the physics and geometry. In this case, I can't say I even had a clear picture of what everything looked like.
Anyways, I, for one, was disappointed.
Okay so this is pretty much the best book I have ever read. I knew there was a reason Reynolds is my favourite author, and this just confirms it. There is a slight lull toward the middle, but this is merely so he can set into motion the lumbering, devastating plot that
Some neat ideas in this book, but not up to his usual standards.
'They made what for war?'
The game . . . Palatial.' He still had something of Count Mordax about him - there was a haughty disregard in his voice, above and beyond
The story of the downfall of the Gentian Line and what happened next, is told by two shatterlings of the line, Campion and Purslane. Each chapter is split into three sections, with the other section narrated by Abigail Gentian, the originator of the Gentian Line, whose family had made its fortune in providing cloned soldiers in wartime. Having grown up in an asteroid-covering version of the Winchester Mystery House, with her development delayed, so that her childhood was extended by thirty years, Abigail eventually decided to created 1000 male and female clones of herself and send them out to explore the galaxy. Six million years later the remaining shatterlings are still crisscrossing the galaxy, and the Lines have become one of the major power structures of the galaxy.
The story of the boy Abigail played Palatial with, was a bit of a red herring. To start with I though that Abigail having forgotten his name, was to do with the secret of the House of Suns, and maybe he was the founder of that line. Later in the book, when it became clear that the boy had never recovered from the mental breakdown caused by Palatial malfunctioning, I thought that maybe the boy had moved on from playing Count Mordax to playing the original Ghost Soldier, and had either been unable to switch characters again after the Ghost Soldier's soul had been magically replicated in thousands of identical Ghost Soldiers, or that his final breakdown had come when the magician destroyed the Ghost Soldiers. But now I think that Abigail's memories of feeling incredible guilt over destroying the Ghost Soldiers, were actually the only way that the shatterlings' repressed memories could seep out, so it represented their guilt and not Abigail's guilt for something that after all only happened in a game.
In some ways I liked this more than the Revelation Space books, as the main characters did not do such stupid things so I didn't find them as annoying. Although this is currently a stand-alone novel, I would certainly read another book about the Gentian Line, or one of the other Lines, if Alastair Reynolds were to write one. However, Campion and Purslane's sections were narrated in very similar style, so it was never clear to begin with which of them was telling that part of the story, but that's probably because they were clones, rather than being due to bad writing.
For the first time Reynolds has seriously approached the subject of AI, and has done so
Each chapter is told from the perspective of Campion and Purslane in turn and its sometimes difficult to keep track of whose eyes we're looking through. In addition, we are treated to the early years of the founder of their Line six million years before the current period. Given the pacing of the story, it was almost over before we get to a point where the House of Flowers begins to get a handle on what's going on but things pick up quite satisfactorily from then on. Part of the trouble is that this is a sub-light universe, where all ships and travellers depend on time dilation to survive the journeys round the galaxy.
House of Suns is something special. Filled with wonders and surprises. A story
Alastair Reynolds' prose is just as wonderful as the world(s) he's created. I'm gushing, I know, but I can't help myself. I'm in love with this book.
I didn't know anything about the plot when I started reading, and I'm glad I didn't read any reviews, because I feel like it's best experienced blind. Just dive into the galaxy and trust Reynolds to tell a compelling and captivating story.
The characters are all amazing and somehow Reynolds wove a love story into this tale that made me weep.
I recommend House of Suns to all sci-fi fans, especially those of you who love space opera. I wish I could give a sixth star!
This hard science fiction novel has a setting completely different than that of Revelation Space. In it, human colonists have perfected the art of cloning and several of the richest “houses” disperse thousands of clones, referred to as “shatterlings” throughout the universe.
Subject to the limitation of light speed, these clones spend most of their lives in “abeyance”, a type of stasis, during their trips between solar systems. They make “circuits” throughout the galaxy and every several hundred thousand years, regather to pool the knowledge gained during their travels. The events of this novel thus take place six million years in the future.
As with all of Reynolds’s work, House of Suns is outstanding in its treatment of future technology. The science fiction is as “hard” as it gets. It is a very entertaining read.
I'll be 99 in the future (If I don’t die first), and can't really say I have much in the way of false memories. Either I remember the details quite clearly, or I don't remember them at all. There are about 1,200 to 1,500 pictures that my family took from the time I was born til I was 18, or about 3 rolls of film a year. Before I was about 5 years old, I only remember a handful of them being taken. (One of these was were I was trying to grab the lens and my mom took the picture right then). Other things like my grandparents house that I wasn't in since I was 8 years old, and almost no pictures of, I could draw an exact floor-plan of the place. But on the flip side, my memories have mostly faded, and other than a couple memories a year from all the time in school are all that is left. I live a life where nothing really sticks out and every day is pretty much the same as the last. I think memories get rather compressed together and with some triggers, could probably pull them out, but trying to think about them without pictures or tangible things to hold on to (Like my CD collection; even though most of them came to me from 1990 to 1995, I could probably tell you where I got most of them, a general order of when I got them, and if I got them new, used, or mail order) - Wow...like this one CD I bought in Valentim de Carvalho in Lisbon, on sale for about 4 or 6 Escudos (our currency before the Euro came along) back in April or May 1990 or whatnot. But I couldn't tell you about most things I got 5 years ago....or when I even got them. Much of "memory" is superimposed upon events that everyone involved in the "memory" remembers it differently. It can be highly unreliable, particularly as a factor in legal situations where people have been executed the largely on the grounds of it. The most dangerous is the person who maintains they have an infallible memory. I clearly, distinctly, and in detail remember seeing, when it first came out, "Dr. Strangelove" in colour. A number of years later I was told it was a black and white movie. I did not believe it. Even after researching the movie and having to admit I was wrong, some corner of my mind still believes I saw that movie in colour. The best way to put it is that memory can be vague and is often elastic. It is easily distorted by a preferred versions of events and that is even without the person recalling events acting in-authentically. If emotional influences can be eliminated, the elastic version will return to its truest form, but even then it is far from infallible. That is a bit like learning how a car works by removing bits. It reminds me of the school pupil who was in a nature class. They were studying a spider and discovered that when they shouted at it, the spider ran away. So they reported this to the teacher. Some little time later the teacher went to the pupil and asked what they had now learned. The pupil replied "When you remove a spider's legs, it goes deaf".
"House of Suns" brims with ideas, and this is both a strength and a weakness. It left me wanting—needing—more, another volume just so we could continue meditating on so many of these ideas. I loved the not-reliable-memory aspect of it, the AIs' solution to the causality problem, as well as Palatial, which got really spooky with Abigail's poor playmate. My favourite parts were the book’s sections with Abigail Gentian. The exploration of her initial "shattering" and how it relates to our sense of who we are as individuals struck a chord for me. The last chapter is still totally cliched: "’Brutus, we Must get out of this frigging boat’ race against time!’", undermined my enjoyment of this post-human novel. I like Reynolds' stories best when the human tech is at its wondrous peak, so “House of Suns” was a great read for me. The stories "Diamond Dogs" and “Turquoise Days” are my favourite (his two collections “Galactic North” and “Beyond the Aquila Rift” are worth checking out; both of them are above the usual crappy SF fodder we see bandied about nowadays). “House of Suns” along with “Redemption Ark” and “Slow Bullets” are his best novels so far.