A Memory Called Empire is the debut novel from Arkady Martine and is a finalist for this year's Hugo Awards. Mahit Dzmare, an ambassador from a small, independent mining colony is sent to the heart of the Teixcalaan empire, only to find that her predecessor has died. Under mysterious circumstances that no one wants to talk about. Fortunately, with the help of an Imago memory device, Mahit has an old copy of the former ambassador living inside her head. Unfortunately, that copy is far too old and doesn't explain why her predecessor had such an outsized influence on Teixcalaan imperial court, up to and including a personal relationship with the emperor. This being a story that involves an empire, there is naturally political instability, uprising, succession woes, a potential coup, and so on. Naturally, the emperor has his own plans, and our little fish out of water must carefully navigate her way through an alien society, solve the murder of her predecessor, prevent the empire from annexing her mining colony, and deal with promises made to the emperor. Oh yeah, and apparently there's some alien threat out there somewhere that's been swallowing up ships.
There's a lot to like in this novel. The worldbuilding is solid and I like the way the Teixcalaan empire isn't inherently evil, even if it's large and unwieldy and suffuse with all the baggage that goes along with imperialism and colonialism. It might not be a good thing and it's not like the folks involved in the uprising don't have a point, but the empire, even at high echelons, isn't entirely filled with cartoonish, mustache-twirling supervillains. It's an empire whose culture is at least partly based on poetry, for crying out loud. It's just nice to see that not everyone in the empire is the absolute worst. For instance, when Mahit arrives in the Teixcalaan system, she's assigned an attaché by the empire. In most stories, this attaché would be shifty at minimum and probably outright betray our protagonist at some point, but here the character Three Seagrass becomes an invaluable resource and cultural guide, loyal to both Mahit and the empire. Ditto for Twelve Azalea, another Teixcalaan character who lesser novels would have betray Mahit. As a result, I generally liked the characters and spending time with them wasn't a chore, even if their are better examples of this sort of thing out there.
The Imago device at the core of the story is something we've seen a lot of in the past few years. Whether it's Yoon Ha Lee's Machineries of Empire stories or even Lois McMaster Bujold's Penric and Desdemona series, other stories of two people inhabiting a single brain have been surprisingly common of late (even amongst Hugo-nominated works). The one interesting thing that Martine does with this story is that she has the device malfunction, such that we don't actually deal with the two characters/one head situation very much. On the other hand, the device becomes an important part of the plot in an obvious way that undercuts what should be revelations later in the story. This exemplifies the true issue with this book, which is that it drags rather heavily in the middle.
As I was sorta hinting at towards the beginning of this post, anyone who's read a science fiction story about a galactic empire has seen what's going on here a million times before. I won't spoil it, but it takes far too long for our characters to suss out what's really happening. Too much of the story takes place with characters just sitting around talking, and while this is a common convention of science fiction that I'm usually happy to put up with, it doesn't help when these discussions seem repetitive and redundant. Martine does try to inject some action into the proceedings at times, but it all felt a bit muddled or underbaked. There's this alien threat that's hinted at all throughout the story, but we only get small snippits of what's happening there, and are instead obliged to follow some obscure thread of court intrigue to its completely expected conclusion.
This is perhaps a bit harsh. There's something to be said for a well executed version of a story we've seen before, and I did quite enjoy this novel and would recommend it to anyone who is interested in this sub-genre... but that doesn't make it the best SF of the year, for which the bar should be higher. Fans of Anne Leckie and Lois McMaster Bujold will probably like this, which probably explains why this has gained so much traction with the Hugo set. This is an excellent debut novel and I'd love to see how Arkady Martine evolves as a writer, but this is only the start. I suspect this would be a better match for the Astounding award (formerly the Campbell) for best new writer. It's also worth noting that I probably enjoyed this more than a lot of the nominees from the past decade or so, so there is also that to contend with (it would probably fall somewhere in the upper-middle tier). Its the first of the Hugo shortlist I've read this year, so it's officially number one on my ballot and despite my misgivings, it might hold on to that spot for a while. Next up, we've got Seanan McGuire's Middlegame (I'm about two thirds of the way through that one, and it's pretty solid fantasy stuff...)