This series is a masterpiece. An archetype of what soft sci-fi should look like.
It tackles many of the biggest questions society faces, including a corrupt democracy vs a benevolent dictatorship. Why nations fail, how some people have a capacity to do great things, the role of the Military in democracy, etc
Also a lot of good life lessons - why we fight for what we believe in when the odds are stacked against us, never giving up, loyalty to ones comrades,
The characterization is also superb.
Reimhard's desire and ability to do great things. His ability to rally others to his cause. The fact that work is the thing that keeps him going.
And his foil, Yang's external laziness, but the fact he is also motivated by his values in a different yet similar way.
All this is wrapped up in a compelling narrative that is sound at both the strategic (broad brushstroke) and tactical (maneuvers and battles), and excellent, sometimes poetic writing.
The main drawback is the misogyny - the fact that there are only 2 female supporting characters and all the admirals are male is inexcusable.
Legend of the Galactic Heroes, Vol. 10: Sunset - Yoshiki Tanaka (Highlight: 27; Note: 0)
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◆ CHAPTER 1: BIRTH OF THE KAISERIN
▪ History shows that a ruler’s downfall begins when he cuts himself off from unpleasant information and luxuriates only in pleasure.
▪ The Black Fox of Phezzan! I’ll skin his hide and use it to sole my boots; that way, I can tread on it every day. Just let him show himself!
◆ CHAPTER 2: INVITATION TO A RIOT
▪ One reason the Lohengramm Dynasty’s military was so strong was the belief that the enemies of the kaiser as an individual, the enemies of the state, and the enemies of the people were all one and the same. For them, Kaiser von Lohengramm was a liberator.
▪ Self-reflection, self-control: these were the qualities that had set Yang apart, and Julian had naturally inherited them too. Taken to extremes, of course, self-reflection could become timidity, self-control stagnation, and this was something else for those around Julian to worry about.
▪ If Reinhard showed respect for democratic republican governance, was that not because his greatest adversary Yang Wen-li had died to protect it? If Julian and the others could not show similar conviction, not only would they earn the kaiser’s contempt, they would also lose all hope of ever negotiating on equal footing with him.
▪ Allow the enemy to think that their wishes have been granted. At the same time, psychologically box them in until they are convinced that no other course of action exists—and don’t let them realize what you’re doing.
▪ Those mangy stray dogs on Iserlohn have been howling so long they’ve convinced themselves they’re wolves. The only thing a stray dog understands is the whip. Be strict when you train them, so they will never forget the limits of their power again
◆ CHAPTER 4: TOWARD PEACE, THROUGH BLOODSHED
▪ Just as Trünicht had used the structures of democratic republicanism and Rubinsky had used the levers of Phezzan’s economy, de Villiers was using the Church of Terra to advance his private ambitions
▪ These calculations by the Imperial Navy—or, more accurately, by von Oberstein himself—proved accurate, at least at first. Iserlohn erupted with concern, and representatives of the government and military, from Frederica and Julian down, gathered in a conference room to debate their response—although little was recorded in the first thirty minutes except several hundred colorful vituperations directed at von Oberstein.
◆ CHAPTER 7: CRIMSON STAR-ROAD
▪ Better to fight and rue the outcome than rue not fighting at all
▪ Traps are more successful when you can fool the enemy into believing that their predictions were correct or their hopes realized
▪ And so the Imperial Navy was trapped in a snare of its own devising. By closing off part of the communications network and ordering strict radio silence on the subject of the kaiser’s condition, they prevented the Iserlohn fleet from learning of it, but at the same time cut vital links in their own chain of command.
▪ Yang Wen-li had always said, “If I die, it’ll be of overwork. Chisel it on my tombstone, Julian: ‘Here lies an unfortunate worker killed by his job.’ ” Then he would wander off for a nap
◆ CHAPTER 8: BRÜNHILD THIRSTS FOR BLOOD
▪ Perhaps, Mittermeier thought suddenly, the kaiser demanded blood as proof that the republicans truly valued what they sought. If so, he surely would not accept any less ferocity of spirit than he had always shown himself.
▪ Come now, it wasn’t such a bad life. I had the chance to try my—what was the phrase?—foppery and whim against the kaiser himself.
▪ By Your Majesty’s leave, I will stand for our discussion.”
“Let us begin with your name.”
“Julian Mintz, Your Majesty
◆ CHAPTER 9: THE GOLDENLÖWE DIMMED
▪ But now Hyperion, too, had been lost forever in the Shiva Stellar Region. It had become the grave marker for Wiliabard Joachim Merkatz, another fine commander. That’s the best use for it now, she thought. Hyperion was lost, Iserlohn Fortress would be returned to the empire, and Frederica herself was without child, so Yang’s bloodline had ended with him. But Frederica would not forget. Julian would not forget. They would always remember that Yang Wen-li had lived—had been by their side. They would remember his face, his gestures, his way of life.
Frederica sat on the bed and picked up a photograph of her husband. “Thank you, my darling,” she whispered to him. “You made my life so very rich.”
▪ What is it with people, anyway? Well, groups of people. How many billion liters of blood must be spilled just to settle something that can be resolved by talking?
▪ Yes—for the survivors, the journey continues. It continues until the day we join our departed companions in death. Forbidden to fly, we must walk on until that day.
▪ For Julian, however, fighting had been the only way to bring about their current situation. Had they simply accepted the authority of the Galactic Empire immediately after the fall of the Free Planets Alliance, Yang Wen-li would have been murdered, and republican democracy would have been extinguished without a trace. So Julian thought, but of course those were Julian’s values; others approached life with different ones.
◆ CHAPTER 10: AN END TO DREAMING
▪ In a way, Kaiser Reinhard had imposed a painful trial on democratic republican governance. Your values have survived war, he seemed to say; now let us see if they can escape corruption in peacetime. Attenborough would spend his life
▪ Fate, Julian realized, was a marvelously convenient word. Even circumstances as involved as these could be explained to the satisfaction of others if fate was invoked. Could that have been why Yang had tried to never use it?
▪ Friendship comes in many forms. It begins in many ways, is sustained in many ways, and ends in many ways. What manner of friendship would arise between Alexander Siegfried von Lohengramm and Felix Mittermeier? Would they become like Reinhard and Siegfried, or perhaps like von Reuentahl and Mittermeier? Mittermeier could not help wondering.
▪ It had taken over five hundred years and hundreds of billions of lives to achieve that “not much.”
▪ it was the responsibility and duty of the living to give those yet unborn more opportunities for judgment and reflection.
▪ And then would begin a long, long era of building and conservation. They would continue to negotiate with the mighty Galactic Empire outside the Baalat system, and cultivate a system of self-governance and self-determination within it. The winter would be long, and there was no guarantee that spring would ever come.
And yet Julian and his companions chose democracy anyway. Refusing to grant absolute power even to a genius like Reinhard von Lohengramm, the kind seen only once every few centuries, a group of unremarkable individuals would feel their way forward through trial and error, searching for better ways to produce better outcomes. That was the Long March that Ahle Heinessen had chosen, and Yang Wen-li had inherited.
▪ The legend ends, and history begins