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A Memory Called Empire: A Texicalaan Novel 1 Kindle Edition
WINNER OF THE HUGO AWARD FOR BEST NOVEL 2020
In a war of lies she seeks the truth
Ambassador Mahit Dzmare travels to the Teixcalaanli Empire's interstellar capital, eager to take up her new post. Yet when she arrives, she discovers her predecessor was murdered. But no one will admit his death wasn't accidental - and she might be next.
Now Mahit must navigate the capital's enticing yet deadly halls of power, to discover dangerous truths. And while she hunts for the killer, Mahit must somehow prevent the rapacious Empire from annexing her home: a small, fiercely independent mining station.
As she sinks deeper into an alien culture that is all too seductive, Mahit engages in intrigues of her own. For she's hiding an extraordinary technological secret, one which might destroy her station and its way of life. Or it might save them from annihilation.
An extraordinary science fiction debut, Arkady Martine's first novel in the Texicalaan series, A Memory Called Empire is perfect for fans of John Scalzi, Becky Chambers and Frank Herbert's Dune.
SHORTLISTED FOR THE NEBULA AWARD FOR BEST NOVEL 2020
SHORTLISTED FOR THE ARTHUR C. CLARKE AWARD 2020
SHORTLISTED FOR THE GOODREADS CHOICE AWARDS 2019
PRAISE FOR A MEMORY CALLED EMPIRE
'A mesmerizing debut . . . it left me utterly dazzled.' The New York Times Book Review
'[A] gorgeously crafted diplomatic space opera . . . Readers will eagerly await the planned sequels to this impressive debut.' Publishers Weekly, starred review
'Exquisite . . . a compelling journey with a rich world and fascinating characters' The Los Angeles Times
'Interesting, detailed, lavish.' The Wall Street Journal
'Contender for debut of the year' SFX Magazine
'A Memory Called Empire perfectly balances action and intrigue with matters of empire and identity. All-round brilliant space opera, I absolutely loved it' Ann Leckie, author of Ancillary Justice
'Stunning sci-fi debut. An ambassador from a small space station has to survive in the capital of a galactic empire where everyone seems to want her dead. Add in a great will-they-won't-they wlw romantic interest. Awesome' Rick Riordan, author of the Percy Jackson series
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- ASIN : B07MSDSGJG
- Publisher : Tor UK (9 April 2019)
- Language : English
- File size : 2445 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 462 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: 14,457 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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I look forward to read more from Arkady, as I found the writing, themes and tone to remind me of the better work of Bujold and Cherryh. I am rooting to read more about those plucky stationers with their vaguely Armenian sounding names.
I guess it's political and psychological science fiction if there's such a sub genre. - I'd be interested in a follow up story exploring the City Algorithm if it has interesting Freakonmics like things in it.
It had interesting and fully fleshed characters, and I found myself cheering for the protagonist and hoping she achieved her objectives. I am looking forward to reading the sequel.
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I’d be tempted to say it’s YA in disguise, if I didn’t think that even that cynical, marketing-led mock-genre’s worst remainder-bin fodder might have reasonable grounds to feel insulted by the comparison.
It’s fairly derivative out of the gate, with liberal swipes from obvious sources, but the writing was lively enough at the start to hold my interest and the take on the secondary personality download trope seemed more interesting than Yoon Ha Lee’s.
You don’t have to wait long for the first arrival from Deus Ex Machina Airlines, and the techno-fail gimmick just put me in mind of Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol, which is pretty grim company. Then the Famous Three have a squee party and head off to explore the spooky old mortuary, and it all just falls apart.
The Three Find-Outers continue to shuffle through a sequence of blank-walled rooms droning exposition at each other, while nothing else keeps happening, over and over.
The publisher’s product description makes an aspirational comparison with Iain M. Banks’s Culture novels, which is just speaking ill of the dead.
I started it because of the publisher’s initial release hype and blurbs from names you don’t usually find alongside the inevitable suspects, and I read it to the last page with increasingly grim determination.
I have nothing to show except a grubby ring around the bathtub of my self-esteem and 99p less in my bank account.
I definitely won’t be back for the sequel.
Instead it is a long hard slog of a novel that, while it has some very interesting ideas, is more of a 'fish out of water' type story mixed in with a whodunnit and a sprinkling of palace intrigue. It's certainly not the worst I have read but it is nowhere near the best either.
In the appendix the author writes he came up with this idea while studying another language. Boy does it show! Huge chunks of the novel are devoted to the Teixcalaan language in an attempt to give us some idea of their world view but, by the end of it, I wound up with the impression of an Aztec/Mayan knockoff, with the serial numbers painted out and a gob of high tech slapped on the top.
There were moments where the narrative picks up but I realised I could not tell you the name of single character or what they looked like a few minutes after I finished the book.
It made that little impact on me.
Because it was the title that first caught my attention and made this stand out. It was intriguing, mysterious? What exactly did it mean? And it led to the blurb, which was also intriguing but didn't explain the title, and to reading the story.
Which still didn't exactly explain the title. The Empire mentioned is obviously the great Star-spanning political edifice that is Teixcalaan, within which the story exists and around which it revolves. But what of the Memory part? Does that refer to the secret technology from outside the Empire that allows thoughts, experiences, memories and personalities to be recorded and passed on? Vital for the small space-station culture of Lsel, where valuable experience and knowledge needs to be retained. But open to abuse and to having unknown but possibly dangerous results if introduced to Teixcalaan, where neuro-science generally is restricted.
Or does the title refer to something even deeper? Perhaps to the way in which Teixcalann is itself controlled and influenced by its past, by the huge weight of culture and literature and history that defines and directs it - so that the memory of what it was controls what it is. The Empire exists as much in its own memory as in the present.
Or perhaps it's both. And that sort of ambiguity, the multiple possible meanings of words in Teixcalaan is a theme that runs throughout the book. Everything that is said, everything that is written, is at once both cultural and political. All meanings are shaded, and what is said is never what is meant.
In this fast, culture rich and treacherous Empire there are numerous currents flowing. There is the political intrigue driven by a dying Emperor, there is the mystery of what happened to the previous Ambassador from Lsel, there are the rifts between the rulers of Lsel Station itself.
Central to the story is the new Ambassador from Lsel, who must adapt to a vast new culture, find out what happened to her predecessor, discover who sabotaged her own neuro-tech, and try to keep Lsel from being swallowed by the Empire.
The author does an excellent job of weaving all these elements into a brilliant, fast-paced and absorbing novel. The title is perfect. I look forward to reading the next book in the series, no matter what it's called.
She has the benefit of an implant with a recording of her predecessors memories and personalities, last backed up 15 years ago.
The game is afoot !!!
And then straight away it isn’t. The implant fails and our heroine is left to wander around an Empire with her two new friends trying to figure out what is going on.
And essentially this is where it all falls down for me. There’s some decent stuff on the architecture and design of the Empire we visit and an attempt at aligning the language that is spoken to poetry. So that the meanings of the words spoken by the Empire folk she is dealing with are hidden within obtuse and flowery prose. And everyone is rated by how clever their poems are. Ah yes, you’re thinking, the kind of pretentious waffle that pseuds will vote for to make them look clever come awards time.
But from the point of implant failure to about 75% in the book it is just three people constantly over analysing others words and actions whilst sat around coffee tables (great world building) and our heroine being repetitively introspective.
Things pick up but not to any great extent and the whole thing is really just one big non event.
One big plot point I will mention is that a key factor is the previous ambassadors implant, but because plot, it is made super easy barely an inconvenience for our heroine to get hold of it, even though everyone wants it.
There’s very little action and , with the author being prone to over stating everything , very little tension. You really are bored to tears by the characters in here..who read like well meaning student types rather than professionals.
Some reviewers have found more in the novel than I did; I'd simply rate it a good read.
I was slightly irritated by the tortuous Teixcalaan names and by the technical considerations of their poetry, which failed to move me. Ah well, colour me Philistine.
Having said that, I look forward to the promised sequel.