I read it in a single day. Review to follow.
Edited to add: okay, now that I'm back from holiday and have internet again... here's the review.
Engines of Empathy
Paul Mannering
Paper Road Press
The background: I couldn’t find the book in any easily-accessible New Zealand bookshop for online purchase, so I bought it off Amazon US and had it sent to a friend in Georgia. She read it and brought it over with her when she came to visit in June 2016. I read it in a single day and passed it on to my brother, where it will no doubt adorn his bookshelf until he gets around to reading it. And then, I hope, he’ll give it back. But no guarantees on that front.
The premise: Empathetic engines? Genius. Fascinating. Enthralling. A concept that was explored well. But it left me wanting more; I reckon it could stand to be explored a lot more. Charlotte’s car breaks down so she takes the bus to work, okay. But is the bus empathetic? Are all its components individually empathetic, or it is only the vehicle as a whole that is empathetic? If you took it apart piece-by-piece, at what point would the semi-sentience stop? Are all devices empathetic? Phone charger? USB drive? Delicate electronic internals of an aeroplane? Are some devices more empathetic than others? (What is this, Animal Farm??)
The setting: I expected steam!punk from the description, and got empathetic-engine!punk instead. It wasn’t bad, it just took a little getting used to. BigCityWithNoName works well enough for purposes of the book. But it felt a little nebulous. I didn’t notice anything explicitly UK nor American (or anywhere else specific) in terms of, ha, terms used. I couldn’t even pin down the time period to anything beyond ‘probably sometime in the last hundred or so years.’ Even the presumption of being set in an English-speaking country fails if you apply Translation Convention: the characters might only be speaking English because the readers expect to read the book in English. Also, where steampunk is often a glorious and explicitly diverse mishmash of cultures and time periods, Engines Of Empathy went the other direction, into an unidentifiable, vaguely European, strangely homogenous culture. It’s neither a good nor a bad thing. It just frustrated me a little as a reader that I couldn’t get a grip on where or when the book was/is set. To be fair, other cultures and more diversity may exist in-universe and simply be beyond the scope of this story.
The characters: I still have no idea what Charlotte, our protagonist, looks like, or what she typically wears. I know that Drakeforth wears a suit (as most men have in the last few hundred years), and that Charlotte stripped down to t-shirt and undies for sleeping in (which narrows the possible time period range considerably.) The cast was diverse and well-developed, from main characters down to antique dealer mercs and other supporting characters and bit-part players. Characters who could easily have only been there for comic relief and a bit of non-PC fun were handled with respect and even affection (lookin’ at you, Hoptoad.) I’m keen to read more books about them.
The plot: Complex enough to keep you wondering, without being so hopelessly complicated that you’re lost. Solid start, middle, and end. Possibly a bit too much geographical back-and-forth-ing for my tastes, but I can’t deny it helped keep the tension tight.
The writing: I have to be honest. It took me a good 50-60 pages to get into the story. Call it a stylistic choice, call it a side-effect of the slightly steampunky anachronistic setting, call it a side-effect of Charlotte’s Informed Ability of having issues communicating normally with people, or call it personal preference, but I found the writing oddly stilted. Again, I couldn’t pin down any specifically UK English usages of language, or any American English usages - or even any NZ English usages, which was surprising, considering both the author and the publisher are Kiwi. I will say, it got better the further into the book I got. Or else I just warmed to the style. Or both. And there were several excellent puns. Bonus points for that.
Once I passed the halfway mark I was right into it, and almost stopped analysing sentence structure and word usage entirely. I said almost. I can’t turn off my internal editor quite that easily, as a reader or as a writer.
Overall: A highly enjoyable book, and one that I would like to re-read once my brother has finished with it (ahem). A few quibbles, but not enough to detract from the experience that is a very good book. Four and a quarter stars. ★★★★