Captain Laurent Zai is having a pretty good year so far, all things considered. He's survived some ugly torture, been anointed one of the chosen of the immortal Emperor who rules over the entire empire he inhabits, been promoted to the captaincy of his own ship with a crew that both respects and admires him, and to top it all off he's got a girlfriend highly placed in the government who is waiting for him to make the long trek back from whatever distant solar system he's currently stationed in. Been nothing but highlights for the ol' diary!
Then a really important hostage situation goes pear-shaped. Then war breaks out. And then things start to get really dicey. Now its suicide mission or treason or mutiny . . . all good choices!
These days Scott Westerfeld mostly writes young adult fiction but early in his career he published some novels for an older audience (which these days is sadly me, my young adult years but a tiny dot in the rearview mirror). Most didn't make too much of a splash, although "Evolution's Darling" nabbed a New York Times Notable mention and a special citation during Philip K Dick award season. This one was part of a two book series called "Succession" years before the TV show became a thing, although as we'll get into later the two book thing is mostly arbitrary (eventually it was published in one volume, which seems to imply that someone at the publisher finally read it and said "Why did we originally publish it like this? What were we thinking?").
The premise is classic space opera, with a little twist . . . both sides kind of suck. As mentioned, Zai works for an empire that's bumping up against Roman Empire levels of longevity. Its easy enough to do, as it appears to be ruled by the same dude for the last sixteen hundred or so years, which is just enough time to start to get comfortable. Of course, the Emperor is also apparently immortal (and not just a stream of clones or people who look alike, like when you swear to your kid he's always had the same goldfish that never gets bigger) thanks to a nifty method of granting eternal life, where you basically die and then are resurrected with a symbiant attached to you, meaning you are endlessly, eternally dead but also able to walk and talk and tell everyone the same boring stories over and over again. Like rich entitled people everyone the Emperor only grants this privilege to people he likes or ones who are useful to him, giving him a strong base of people who either want what he has or already have it and aren't about to give it up.
The other side are basically Cybermen with even less of a sense of humor but much more efficient at killing people. The Rix have all kinds of upgrades but what they really want to do is bring the spirit of upgrading to everyone . . . they don't seem super-interested in converting people into their Rix army, which is fine because no one would seem very eager to join it. What can they do when they're not sending super-soldiers out to slaughter opposing soldiers is infect a planetary network with a virus of sorts that links everything up into an enormous AI. Or the metaverse. Or something. Needless to say, you're not really rooting for them to win either.
Zai gets thrust into the thick of this with a hostage situation that both starts and then proceeds to dominate the book. Charmingly, the Emperor also has a sister. In fact she's the reason he's immortal as his experiments in the world of living forever were due to an illness she had. Obviously she got better and is now equally forever undead, but is also under threat from the Rix and if there's one hostage situation you don't want to have to explain to your bosses why it went south, its this one.
So, of course, it goes south.
Westerfeld keeps things moving early on, laying out the situation and then cutting rapidly back and forth between Zai and his top officers as they maneuver to keep this increasingly dangerous hostage situation from turning into an even more dangerous warzone. He gets the feel of being on a warship and has a knack for making space battles kinetic even when they're mostly involving drones moving at absurd speeds. I won't say the characters are deep but they've got at least one interesting quirk and some snappy lines to help us tell them apart. Its got a good pace . . . the only problem is it feels like its takes a long time to get nearly anywhere.
Part of that is he's trying to lay out the backstory to all this, especially the love affair between Zai and Senator Nara Oxham, which is supposed to be the beating emotional heart of all this. Oxham is a senator in a pacifist party, not so opposed to the Emperor that they go all absenteeism but also not quite willing to let him do whatever he wants. They also refuse to let him grant them immortality, which means in a world begging for that sweet taste of forever, they're like "nah". Oxham has a near extreme empathy, where she has to dull her senses or risk going insane . . . despite that she's an effective senator and popular enough. But sensible as she is of course she falls for the hot damaged warrior and they have a torrid love affair in the brief time he's hanging around the capital. And much like your teenage summer camp crush, its going to be forever. Or at least until she dies.
So we've got a mix of Senate debates, explanatory flashbacks and once in a while rapidfire action all jumbled together into a SF blend-o-matic and while the ingredients separately are fun there is a point where you're watching everything stir about in the mixing bowl and can't help but wonder if they're actually going to combine to form something new.
And the answer is . . . maybe? But not quickly. Despite how rapidly everything seems to be progressing hostage situation moves along like a hundred pound person trapped inside a three hundred pound costume and you will reach a point where you realize you're over a hundred pages into the book and you're still wondering if they're going to rescue the Child Empress. Problem is, the book is only three hundred and fifty pages long and this is supposed to be the opening scene. Yikes.
The hostage situation feels like it's being handled on a granular level, moving back and forth between Zai's ship, the troops on the ground, a Rix or two that are having a grand time slaughtering everyone, Oxham and the Senate monitoring things from afar . . . and that's even before another group of Empire folks show up determined to keep the dread secret behind the immortality a secret {dramatic pause} no matter what the cost.
So, yes, the whole Empire is apparently built on a dodgy house of cards and once the reader is clued in that there is a big secret that could undermine everything, the question becomes trying to figure out what kind of secret would be enough to take down the Emperor and grant full speed ahead to a "ends justify the means" approach. Unfortunately there is a second book that isn't allowed to be all epilogue so none of us are going to get to figure it out, which means the book has to go to great lengths to hint that its really bad without having to outright state what the secret is and ruin the surprise.
Thus, cue the wheel spinning. Granted, its at times entertaining wheel spinning but I'm not going to pretend this is definitely marking time waiting to get to the point and throwing obstacles in our path to keep us from finding out. Sometimes the obstacles are just more flashbacks (we spend a lot of time on Zai and Oxham's secret hot date at her House) and sometimes the obstacles are turns of plot that seem a bit of a stretch. The latter is most exemplified by a subplot that consumes the back half of the book . . . when one of Zai's subordinates finds out he's in love (aw) but not with her (which he has never even remotely hinted at previously) her respect for him apparently curdles to where everyone starts planning a mutiny. But . . . maybe not? Similarly Zai has all kinds of convictions in terms of his duty to the Empire until he realizes he's in love and then it seems love is the only duty worth obeying. Or something.
All this puts the book in a sort of mushy middle state . . . its not expansive enough to feel like a true epic, but its not lean and taut and snappy like you'd expect from classic military SF. Instead its trying to be everywhere at once and ultimately meanders a bit because of that. The political deal making doesn't feel hot and sharp, like navigating a series of tiny explosions you have to let go off and somehow not die in the process. The scenes on the ship don't have the claustrophobic clockwork precision that this kind of thing requires, so that when matters start to slip off the rhythm you see how much effort it takes to keep the whole affair aligned to give everyone the slim hope of surviving.
Weirdly the bits that work the best involve a lone Rix furthering a mission on the planet's surface with the assistance of the omnipresence of the growing AI . . . if nothing else it feels more directed, like each chapter is actively going somewhere toward a goal, all filtered through a perspective that is unlike any other in the book. It also gives us the most interesting relationship in the book, one first enacted out of necessity and gradually shifting into something a bit less one sided than it seems (with a side commentary on the state of Empire healthcare, for good measure).
Aside from that we're just killing time until the bottom drops out and we hit the cliffhanger, reaching the big battle the book has been promising for dozens of pages just in time to be all "Oops, out of room, catch you on the flipside!". As usual, this is kind of thing I find myself actively being turned off by, especially when there's barely even an attempt to tell a complete story . . . "to be continued" is fine in a Saturday morning serial or a periodical, not in a book that just wants to dangle a climax in front of us that won't get resolved until you buy another book.
The arbitrary split probably isn't (entirely) Westerfeld's fault (and regardless, its certainly not unique to him) . . . what is more his fault is the fact that he's written a book that's entertaining but doesn't quite stick in the brain as much as it wants to. And when you have a book that manages to stuff in madcap space opera action, commando suicide mission raids and the literal secret of life and death yet manages to produce not a single "whoa" scene to carry you past the book's finish you have to wonder if the book isn't achieving its own goals, or conversely the endgame is "competently pleasant" and its doing exactly what it set out to do.