House of Suns

NEW Review, Written After Reading

Comment #25 onwards was made after adding this section.

Good old-fashioned futuristic adventure at its best. Intelligent, well-written escapism about encounters between advanced human intelligences and even more advanced machine intelligences.

Reynolds often writes novels with three-strands, set in different worlds and eons, that gradually come together. This is a simpler, single, story, but it's epic in time and distance. There is adventure, love and loyalty, attack, sacrifice, and who and what to trust. The world building and science are vivid, and easily digestible to a non-scientist. It’s nearly all told chronologically by Campion and Purslane alternately. The exceptions are the first chapter and show more seven others, told by Abigail, long, long ago, until her story catches up with the main one. It opens:

"I was born in a house with a million rooms, built on a small, airless world on the edge of an empire of light and commerce that the adults called the Golden Hour, for a reason I did not yet grasp. I was a girl then, a single individual called Abigail Gentian."

I was born in a house with thousands of books, in a small, quiet village, on the edge of a former empire of conquering and commerce. I was a girl then, a single individual called Cecily.

Unlike Abigail, I have not cloned myself into a thousand shatterlings, sent them to explore the universe, to accumulate knowledge for the sake of it, and meet regularly to share it, all to satisfy an “insane craving to gorge... on reality”.

But I enjoyed reading of such things. And of Ugarit-Panth, a suicidal pachyderm.

Memories, Truth and Trust

When my kid was three or four, they described in some detail, how they thought memories worked: there was a box of paintings in their brain, but sometimes the paintings got mixed up, sometimes the paint rubbed off or messed up, and sometimes the pictures got muddled and stuck together or torn. It was important not to put them in when the paint was wet, though I’m not sure where they waited to dry. Maybe they had the concept of a palimpsest long before they knew the word.

This book is filled with inaccurate memories: “strands to edit, memories to delete, others to falsify”. Sometimes it’s for nefarious purposes, sometimes for self-preservation, and sometimes to spare others from pain.

There is also an immersive virtual reality world called Palatial, where fact and fiction, memories real and imagined, are blurred, “Like being in a lucid dream… although there was excitement and jeopardy, there was no actual anxiety”.

It makes truth uncertain for the characters and the reader.

One character says, “We can’t be punished for something we barely remember doing.” That’s an especially weak argument in this world.

The most interesting aspect is not the ethical one of editing and deleting, but the deeper, psychological effects of memories and personalities merging and melding: shatterlings who share DNA and a childhood, and convene to combine their latest experiences; those who become part of overly-realistic virtual reality; and machine intelligences that can split and then coalesce and confugure their minds with other machines and even post-humans.

• “I just don’t think an experience is worth anything unless you can remember it afterwards… To see something marvellous with your own eyes - that’s wonderful enough. But when two of you see it… knowing that you’ll both have that memory for the rest of your lives, but that each of you will only ever hold and incomplete half of it, and that it won’t ever really exist as a whole until you’re together… that’s worth more than one plus one.”

• “Making love was a game of echoes. We had shared memories… I could taste and feel her other lovers… each experience reaching away like a reflection in a hall of mirrors, diminishing into a kind of carnal background radiation, a sea of sensuous experience.”

Women - and Sex

Sci-fi is commonly castigated (perhaps unfairly) as overly masculine in terms of authors, readers, and the characters within. Reynolds often has strong and important female characters, as he does here: of the two main characters (a couple), one is a woman. The progenitor of almost everything, is a woman (Abigail), as is her rival (Ludmilla Marcellan), and there are plenty of others.

However, without female pronouns, I doubt I’d guess Purslane was a woman, and the loving relationship and smattering of sex between her and Campion feels bolted on.

I don’t want a sci-fi adventure pumped full of passion and fluff, but I’d like the women and their relationships to be more plausible, and to be portrayed with a little more feeling.

Voice

I’ve now read seven Reynolds books. I think I could read any page of his at random and know it was by him, though I’d struggle to explain why (other than that I haven’t read enough sci-fi recently to have an enormous number of other names at the ready).

An interesting feature of this book is how often voices are often commented on, and sometimes critical decisions are made by inferring something from a character’s tone of voice.

• “His voice was a trilling, liquid susurration of birdsong, orchestrated into human speech sounds.”

• “A voice more ancient than old-growth civilizations, deeper than time, slower than glaciers.”

• “He had a rough, leathery voice, as if his vocal chords had been left out to dry in the sun.”

• “Squealing garbled sounds… like a hundred people shouting at the same time, in a hundred different languages.”

And yet, despite the evident importance of voice to the story, the narrations of Purslane and Campion are distinguishable only by context: who and what they’re talking about, rather than how they express it.

Quotes

• Toys: “A scaly-winged dragon that flew around the room, spitting pink fire before landing on his arm and coiling its tail several times around it; a soldier who would hide himself somewhere in the room when we closed our eyes… Marbles… which rolled on the floor and organised themselves into shapes and figures according to shouted commands, or formed shapes which we then had to guess at before they were complete… A lovely machine ballerina who would dance on anything, even the tip of a finger.”

• “A nearby supernova remnant was a smear of ruby red, dulling to sable at its curdled edges.”

• “I had been a girl once, then a thousand men and women and their lovers.”

• “The first six million years had been all fun and games. Now we were growing up.”

• “We could build cities like that… But we haven’t… and now they’ve left their mark on deep time, whereas we’ll be doing well to be remembered a circuit from now.”

• “He wrote love letters the same way he wrote death warrants. This was neither.”

• Early machine intelligences were fascinated by arts and sciences because “The only genuinely innovative act they had ever achieved was to come into existence”.

• “To humanity, an only child growing up in an ancient and demon-haunted house, it was like discovering a new friend.”

• “Her expression was fiercely serene.”

“It’s not the span of time that counts, but what you do with it.”
Indeed. Carpe diem. Esto aliis benevolus.

“We'd never have visited this world unless something bad had happened to us. Never have heard those singing sands, seen this beautiful city… We might have travelled here eventually, I know, but it wouldn't be Neume the way it is now… Do you ever get tired of sunsets?... Do you ever get tired of waterfalls, or beaches?… Then there's always hope for us."

Source for image of memory box: http://www.homeinstead.co.uk/edinburgh/uploads/_NEWS/512d19585c2034.48350710.jpg

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OLD Review, Written Before Reading

Comments #1 - #24 were made in relation to this.

King, Kid, Suns, Buns... What?!
When my kid was small, they liked a breakfast cereal commonly known as K Flakes (actually Special K), but which they, then we, called King Flakes. One day, I couldn’t find them in in the supermarket, so asked a nearby member of staff where the King Flakes were. She looked puzzled and said she’d never even heard of them. I assured her - more than once! - that they’d sold them for years and I’d bought some there only a week or two earlier.

My kid is no longer small, and I can’t remember when I last bought King Flakes. I’ve read and enjoyed quite a few of their Alastair Reynolds, but not this one, which they took to university, and which I’ve just borrowed. I picked it because I’ve been nagged to read it for eons, by a GR fiend and sci-fi boff who always refers to it as House of Buns - as if the associations of Sun and Son were not already confusing enough! (Just as well I’ve never watched The Great British Bake Off.)

So, Apatt, illegible and ineffable good egg that you are, I’m finally starting bakery sci-fi…
I’m not sure if buns are better than tangerines, but I hope to thank you when I’ve finished.
However, I’ll probably be too confused to write a coherent review, so this weird non review may stay in perpetuity!

;)

Now, go and see Apatt's review, HERE. show less

"I was born in a house with a million rooms, built on a small, airless world on the edge of an empire of light and commerce that the adults called the Golden Hour, for a reason I did not yet grasp.

I was a girl then, a single individual called Abigail Gentian."

This is such a fantastic novel! It explores memory, identity, culpability, love among two clones of the same person, intimacy, gender, human potential, and VAST time frames (while staying closely with the main characters). Its setting is the entire galaxy and beyond, it has a good murder mystery, fantastic other kinds of mysteries, creepy but lovable AIs, convincing villains who have a point, weird alien humans of the far future, action scenes in space, tense hide-and-seek, show more *beautiful prose*, memorable characters - I loved it SO MUCH.

I wish every book was like this and I can't wait to read more Alastair Reynolds. I've been making myself wait and try other new-to-me authors that many people think are great but really I'm just chomping at the bit to read more Reynolds. I just hope the rest of his books come close to this one.

If you absolutely want to hear a quibble because nothing can be *that* deliciously perfect: I could have done without the chase scene at the end, but the 'wah-wah-where-is-the-action' crowd loved that scene in particular, so I guess it was the correct choice to include it. I would have preferred even *more* philosophizing and exploring these cool ideas even further, because Reynolds's thoughts are actually really fascinating and worth thinking about. But the chase scene also shows that he knows what he's doing and how to appeal to a vast array of different kinds of reader, so I don't mind it at all. In addition, it was actually a tense chase scene and I'm the girl who always falls asleep during car chases in movies, so that says a lot. Other quibbles? I was so invested in the present-day story line and mysteries that I sometimes didn't want to go into one of the childhood flashbacks - but that feeling always vanished right away, and the flashbacks were deeply meaningful in the way this memory tried to communicate a deleted and suppressed *other* memory (and answer to one of the mysteries) in symbolic form. So brilliant! So freaking beautiful! So no, I can't really find any flaw with this book and can find so much genius instead.

I'm so happy this is a prolific author who's written a lot of other books already, so I've got a lot to look forward to. show less

This is the best novel ever. It explores memory, identity, culpability, love among two clones of the same person, intimacy, gender, human potential, VAST time frames (while staying closely with the main characters), its setting is the entire galaxy and beyond, it has a great murder mystery, fantastic other mysteries, creepy but lovable AIs, convincing villains who have a point, weird alien humans of the far future, action scenes in space, tense hide-and-seek, *beautiful prose*, memorable characters - I loved it SO MUCH.

I wish every book was like this and I can't wait to read more Alastair Reynolds. I've been making myself wait and try other new-to-me authors that many people think are great but really I'm just chomping at the bit to show more read more Reynolds. I just hope the rest of his books come close to this one.

If you absolutely want to hear a quibble because nothing can be *that* deliciously perfect: I could have done without the chase scene at the end, but the 'wah-wah-where-is-the-action' crowd loved that scene in particular, so I guess it was the correct choice to include it. I would have preferred even *more* philosophizing and exploring these cool ideas even further, because Reynolds's thoughts are actually really fascinating and worth thinking about. But the chase scene also shows that he knows what he's doing and how to appeal to a vast array of different kinds of reader, so I don't mind it at all. In addition, it was actually a tense chase scene and I'm the girl who always falls asleep during car chases in movies, so that says a lot. Other quibbles? I was so invested in the present-day story line and mysteries that I sometimes didn't want to go into one of the childhood flashbacks - but that feeling always vanished right away, and the flashbacks were deeply meaningful in the way this memory tried to communicate a deleted and suppressed *other* memory (and answer to one of the mysteries) in symbolic form. So brilliant! So freaking beautiful! So no, I can't really find any flaw with this book and can find so much genius instead.

I'm so happy this is a prolific author who's written a lot of other books already, so I've got a lot to look forward to. show less

Alastair Reynolds has the rare ability to make vast expanses of time and space appear both visceral and comprehensible. He also adeptly bridges the gap between the limited scale of individual characters and such dizzying expanses. These skills are central to the impact of all his space operas, not least 'House of Suns'. The plot encompasses millions of years and ranges across the Milky Way and beyond. It follows several clones from the Gentian line, a dynasty comprising a thousand slightly different copies of a woman called Abigail Gentian. These clones separately circumnavigate the galaxy, investigating new civilisations that have sprung up, then reunite periodically to share memories. They have been doing this for millions of years, show more but each individual clone has only experienced a fraction of that time. While travelling between stars and planets, they can put themselves in stasis or cryogenic suspension. In this astonishing post-scarcity future, technology allows supernovas to be contained, planets wholly terraformed, and immortality achieved in multiple ways. However, spaceships still cannot travel faster than the speed of light. Two clones, Campion and Purslane, begin the novel concerned that they're running late for a Gentian reunion. It is amusing to find that immortality and technological near-omnipotence do not prevent posthumans procrastinating.

As is perhaps inevitable in such a distant and seemingly unfamiliar future, 'House of Suns' takes a little time, around a hundred pages, to establish its setting and characters before the plot really gets going. This initial establishment and exploration is compelling enough and the rest of the book proceeds at a tense, exciting pace. The splitting of perspective between Campion and Purslane works well, as they are obviously different characters and a couple to boot, yet retain a noticeable similarity. The concept of shatterlings and the word itself are ingenious. I was particularly pleased by the detail that shatterling is used as a term of endearment. Reynolds explores the antecedents of the Gentian line via flashbacks, which are well-integrated into the narrative. Meanwhile, Campion and Purslane get involved in a dangerous mystery, pulling them into an epic chase across the galaxy and conflict with AIs, known as Machine People.

In addition to an excellent plot, 'House of Suns' has some memorably fantastic concepts. Perhaps my favourite was the Vigilance, which Campion visits. These secretive archivists have attained immortality by very slowly growing larger and larger. When Campion visits them, he has to wait many years for admittance to the archive. Once allowed in, to share all his memory data (known charmingly as a 'trove') he is swallowed by one of them and travels through their digestive tract! This peculiar process is treated with a calmness that makes it seem rather reasonable. Similarly, there is a superb combination of quietness and tension to the conflict on board Purslane's ship Silver Wings once it has been hijacked by two Machine People. Purslane's hoarding of smaller spaceships in the hold of Silver Wings pays off, as she and Hesperus take shelter within one of them. The whole chase towards the Stardam and beyond is superbly described.

I did not enjoy every detail in the book, however. I remain confused as to the role of Dr. Meninx, who did little except complain constantly and then die in a way that cast unfounded suspicion upon Hesperus. There is also an extended sequence of torture, in which a person is cut into slices while still conscious. That made me feel like I was reading the obligatory torture portion of a Culture novel and I didn't appreciate it. On the other hand, I really liked the ending. It's especially difficult to end a sprawling space opera in a satisfactory fashion, bringing the character journeys to an end while providing resolution to the intergalactic peril. After following Purslane through a wormhole, Campion does not find the expected angry army of robots ready to invade. Instead, he encounters one Machine Person, a being made of glass marbles who bears no grudge towards him. He is then reunited with Hesperus, who has seemingly sacrificed himself to save Purslane. I liked the implication that after vast spans of time, machine people had stopped caring about humanity and moved past the carelessly genocidal attitude taken by the first AIs. It was also emotionally pleasing to find the two shatterlings reunited, without it being overly sentimental. The relationship between Purslane and Campion is considered taboo by the rest of their line as it's romantic and long-term, whereas a brief sexual liaison would be overlooked. They have an endearing dynamic that acts as one motivator of their actions without excluding others, such as intellectual curiosity, line protocol, and friendship with Hesperus.

Alastair Reynolds is a reliably high-quality hard sci-fi writer and I really enjoyed 'House of Suns'. It explores themes of how memory and tribal loyalty evolve and erode over time to very interesting effect, within a unique and striking future world. show less

Wow! What an unexpected surprise - I wasn't really thinking that I'd like this book as much as I did when I'd started it. This was a story of long-lived people who move stars and Dyson rings. They build "star dams" - literally structures enclosing stars to keep potential supernovas from destroying nearby civilizations. The scale of the story was immense - but at the heart of it was deeper questions about sentience, humanity, grief and regret. Truly outstanding.

Some people say that you learn something from every book you read. If that's true, "House of Suns" taught me that hard science fiction might not be my cup of tea. As others have noted, Reynolds does a good job of demonstrating the very enormity of both space and time. His characters, who are often millions of years old, often place themselves in stasis for centuries at a time while their ships carry them across the unfathomable distances that separate the stars while civilizations rise and fall around them with depressing regularity. They can essentially speed up and slow down time as they see fit, but also face the problem of trying to maintain coherent personalities while they sort through millions of years of communal memories. This show more is an interesting idea, and literature has touched on it before: we might consider Reynolds's characters to be hypertrophic versions of Clarissa Dalloway, who only had to organize six or so decades of experience during the course of a single afternoon. Still, Reynolds only skims the surface of this material without really exploring how this might affect human consciousness. It doesn't help that his own writing isn't any more than serviceable, and that his pacing is somewhat inconsistent: he seems to skip ahead during sequences that might bore some readers and the book's last few scenes seem rushed. "House of Suns" isn't a short book, but I think it'd take a few volumes to properly flesh out all of the ideas that Reynolds has introduced here. Reynolds doesn't seem to have the time, even if his characters might.

Another thing that bothered me about "House of Suns" was its universe's riotous abundance. Literature, like most of human life, is usually defined by its limitations, and one of those necessary limitations is material: there just isn't enough stuff for everyone, and it's unlikely to last forever. Jane Austen wouldn't have had a career if it was otherwise. In "House of Suns," though, the galaxy seems to have been completely colonized by a set of technologically advanced first-world civilizations, and most people can order up just about whatever they want from the nearest "maker," which organizes matter into anything you might need, be it a cool glass of white wine or a laser gun. This unbelievable prosperity seem to rob this narrative of much of its meaning, though. In a world where both death and poverty have been roundly defeated, how could anything that happened be taken particularly seriously? In short, the formless ennui that threatens some of ennui that threatens some of this novel's characters began to threaten me. I've seen some reviewers say that it was nice to read a contemporary science fiction tome that didn't assume that our future is necessarily dystopic, but I feel that "House of Suns" moves the goalposts – or redesigns the playing field – a bit too much.

"House of Suns" isn't completely without its admirable qualities, though. The author skilfully weaves in a storyline concerning the founder of a "line" of clones playing a medieval-themed virtual reality-style game into the book's central plot, and the book is briskly paced and fun to read, with space battles and galaxy-wide conspiratorial intrigue to spare. Its treatment of science is, as far as I can tell, relatively realistic, and Reynolds introduces a fine selection of post-human or quasi-human intelligences, interesting and beautiful alternatives to the sort of consciousness we're familiar with. Still, I suspect that I'll leave this one for the genre's real fans and beam back to literary fiction. I'm gonna leave these sorts of interstellar adventures to somebody else. show less

Awesome, epic sci-fi.

I loved almost all the characters. The three POV narration works in this case, and pointed out the differences and similarities of the 'shatterlings' in an interesting way, while outlining their interrelationships the whole time.

The backdrop is impossibly huge, and yet the pieces you see are delivered in bite sized chunks that make it feel you've got at least some kind of handle on things, without it all being a nondescript unchanging blob. Your head might spin, but your feet will stay on the deck plates :-)

If I was looking hard for things to complain about, I'd say there were a few too many loose ends, and an ending that seems both a bit pat at first glance, and a bit thin on a second look. Memories (or lack there show more of) are just a bit too prominent in too many places, and I'm sure I've missed a couple of threads on my way through, with all there is to keep track of.

Fortunately the book keeps you sucked in so deeply you'll never stop to nitpick until the day after you're done.

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