2011 SF. Nyx is a bel dame, an assassin tracking down and killing
deserters for the government of Nasheen. Then things go wrong. Now
she's being employed for a covert recovery mission, but everyone's
hand is against her.
The worldbuilding is superb, with multiple oddities coming in
from different angles and colliding to produce something really rather
interesting. The planet Umayma has been colonised for a few thousand
years, and it's a fairly vicious desert; the war between Nasheen and
Chenja has been going on for more than a century, and pretty much
everyone has spent some time "on the front"; the planet's culture is
largely Moslem, with Chenja slightly more traditional but both sides
making compromises to cope with the lack of men in their society as
the war drags on. And technology is almost entirely organic, based on
"bugs", insects and arachnids engineered to do various useful things
(though they're more plot-devices than a thought-through technological
base). "Magicians" seem to have some degree of pheromonal control over
them. Most of this is put over well in the narration, rarely
info-dumping but requiring the reader to put a bit of effort into
working out what's going on.
These are all fascinating things, and the parts of the book that are
picaresque exploration of them are jolly good, but it falls down for
me on its other aspects. The plot doesn't really get started until
about a third of the way through, and it's pretty straightforward if
you're already thinking in terms of politics and betrayal; and while
the characters have obviously had to make compromises to live in their
world at all, there's nobody here I'd voluntarily spend any time with,
and I found myself having trouble caring what happened to any of them.
(And this is where the author's inexperience shows: character
backgrounds are too often info-dumpy.) Yes, Nyx is the burned-black
core of what Rachel Bach's Devi or Ann Aguirre's Sirantha Jax ought
to be, big, tough, no-nonsense, and casually self-destructive; her
flaws are not "sexy flaws" designed to make her more appealing to the
male-gazey reader, but actual problems; but for me this book goes too
far the other way, and I don't find myself engaged by her travails,
particularly when so many of them are of her own making. The book is
unrelentingly grim, and frankly hard work to get through at times.
I know that many people don't need sympathetic characters to enjoy a
book, and if the world-building is enough to get you through then this
is definitely one to consider. I think this might appeal to people who
like the works of Richard Morgan, with which I also don't get on.
Followed by Infidel.
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