It's early in the year, but I think this might end up being my favorite read of 2020.
This
really is a beautiful book. The political intrigue and murder mystery
are tightly plotted, and the pacing is good, but really, the book is
about so much more than that.
As a language nerd, I very much
appreciated the theme of culture shaping language, and language shaping
how we perceive ourselves and our histories.
"Teixcalaan has seen eighty years of peace. Three of your lives, stacked up, since the last time one part of the world tried to destroy the rest of it."
There
were border skirmishes reported every week. There'd been an outright
rebellion put down on the Odile System just a few days back. Teixcalaan
was not peaceful. But Mahit thought she understood the difference Six Direction was so fixated on: those were skirmishes that brought war to outside
the universe, to uncivilized places. The word he'd used for "world" was
the word for "city." The one that derived from the verb for "correct
action".
I loved the philosophical elements of what
does it mean to be a person? It was neat to explore this particularly
through the eyes of Mahit, whose perspective on this answer is probably
quite different from our own. Is personality just endocrine responses?
Is a person just the sum of their memories?
I loved that this
book discussed the biases inherent to artificial intelligence - that
there is no such thing as a neutral algorithm.
There was an originating purpose
for an algorithm, however distant in its past -- a reason some human
person made it, even if it had evolved and folded in on itself and
transformed. A city run by Ten Pearl's algorithm had Ten Pearl's initial
interests embedded in it. A city run by an algorithm designed to
respond to Teixcalaanli desires was not innocent of those same
Teixcalaanli desired, magnified, twisted by machine learning.
Perhaps not since I've read Robin Hobb's
Fool's Fate have I felt the same level of emotional tension while reading a book. Mahit's sense of loneliness and abandonment by her
imago.
The strange mix of both loving the cultural output of the Empire and
the very real fear of the Empire destroying her home. The irony of
self-discovery through culture that is foreign to your own, and in a
foreign language. The mix of pride in being complimented in mastering
imperial customs combined with the sadness in being subjugated and
knowing that no matter your mastery you will never 'belong' in the
Empire.
The dialogue, particularly between Three Seagrass and
Twelve Azalea, was great. Really enjoyed their dry humor and banter
(while also really feeling Mahit's envy of their friendship).
I wish I enjoyed the poetry in the book. I often felt like I didn't quite
get it - but maybe that was the point. Like Mahit, the nuances of Teizcalaanli art is too alien.
I
liked the way romance was weaved in - explicitly polyamorous and
non-heteronormative. Love shapes the people and the events in small
ways, rather than being massive story-shifting forces. But nor is the
romance just orthogonal to the rest of the plot. The reveal
of Yskandr being both in love with the emperor and with Nineteen Adze
is a little thread that adds support and tension to the web of events,
but it's not the keystone that the whole structure of the intrigue
relies on. Even if he hadn't been in love with those people, his
maneuvering could have made sense. But, the relationships also feel very real and human, and messy in the way those kinds of things can be messy.
I
enjoyed that much of the rest of the universe was left mysterious. It
makes me curious to discover what the next book will be about.