My Recollections Of. . .
A Memory Called Empire
Leading a solitary, somewhat
reclusive existence as I do, I nevertheless keep an eye out for something good
to read. This is another of those authors who were mentioned within the
expansive, Arcadian entity that is Black Gate. And as I’ve come to appreciate,
if they make a recommendation, then I’d be silly not to listen.
A Memory Called Empire
is well worth a read. Here’s the back cover blurb.
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Ambassador
Mahit Dzmare arrives in the center of the multi-system Teixcalaanli Empire only
to discover that her predecessor, the previous ambassador from their small but
fiercely independent mining Station, has died. But no one will admit that his
death wasn't an accident―or that Mahit might be next to die, during a time of
political instability in the highest echelons of the imperial court.
Now, Mahit must discover who is behind the
murder, rescue herself, and save her Station from Teixcalaan's unceasing
expansion―all while navigating an alien culture that is all too seductive,
engaging in intrigues of her own, and hiding a deadly technological secret―one
that might spell the end of her Station and her way of life―or rescue it from
annihilation.
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So, what do we get?
Mahit Dzmare
is from a small, self-contained colony out of the edges of the vast Teixcalaanli
Empire called Lsel. The colonists are a rather proud society who extend the
depth of their cultural heritage by the
use of IMAGO implants; tiny, sub dermal devices that allow the personality,
skills and memories of important people to be ‘recorded’ and passed on to a
suitably matched host.
That’s how
we’re introduced to Mahit Dzmare. She is selected to replace the former
ambassador to the Teixcalaanli court – Aghavn Yskandr – whose death, along with
the circumstances surrounding it, is suspiciously devoid of detail. (And this
from a society where every aspect of life is recorded, analyzed, and used to
update an almost omniscient planet-wide AI that serves the goals of the
emperor). Or does it?
Another
hurdle is presented in that the imago devices should contain the very latest
memories of the former recipient, but in Dzmare’s case, Yskandr hasn’t been
home in fifteen years. So, not only is she unprepared to walk the tightrope
that awaits her, but she obviously wants to know what happened to the former
ambassador. And THIS shortfall lays the basis of our story. One where Dzmare’s
rose-tinted view of an idealistic, wonderfully balanced and cultured
civilization is brought crashing down amid a cauldron of political ambition,
imperialistic ideals, and outright xenophobia toward anyone who isn’t pure
Teixcaannli. Yes, intrigue abounds in a nicely crafted little whodunit
investigation that, while uncomplicated, remains intriguing enough for you to
want to keep reading to get to the bottom of the mystery.
I will admit
that it took me a little while to get comfortable with Arkaday Martine’s
writing style. But once I had, I found the story to be a pleasing balance of
‘space-opera scope meets small-town girl’ trying to keep her head above water
in a place that will chew you up and spit you out if you let it. And Martine
does that rather well, as you get the clear impression that while Dzmare almost
drowns in an oceanlike society filled with legends, history, partisan
propaganda, and the very latest hi-tech wizardry, she’s never been more alone
in her life. A nice touch that keeps things real.
I look
forward to seeing how the story progresses in, A Desolation Called Peace.
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