Okay, so maybe the second time was the charm.
Stross' first novel, "Singularity Sky" was one of those "A for effort" but a fairly solid B for overall execution, suffering from a lack of focus on which plot exactly I was supposed to be caring about and redeemed mostly by an interesting future scenario and two main characters that seemed like fun to be around. They even fell in love too, which is always nice to see.
Rereading the novel, Stross must have also realized those two aspects were the keepers and reacted accordingly, giving us a book that mostly ditches the sometimes distracting "let's make fun of every government ever by having the characters lecture us on it" while giving us a more understandable bonkers scenario and then running as far with it as he can.
The opening premise doesn't even involve our two now-married heroes Rachel and Martin, choosing instead to focus on a teenage girl who calls herself Wednesday. She and her whole family are refugees from the planet Moscow, which gets to join the ranks of worlds like Krypton by getting blown up when the sun decides to explode. Alas, no one gets cool powers or the experience of being raised by gentle, homespun farmer folk, instead living on space stations and doing their best not to be traumatized. Wednesday keeps herself busy doing whatever it is surly teenagers from the future do, and occasionally getting missions from her invisible friend Herman, a name that should have substantial meaning to people who read the first volume. Before too long she's doing what teenagers in Stephen King novels do, which is find dead bodies and get put in lethal peril, causing her to flee onto a space cruise ship, where she can enjoy endless buffets and the two hundredth anniversary tour of "Rock of Ages". Oh, and people are still trying to kill her.
Enter our happy couple. With Rachel still doing UN Black Ops and Martin doing freelance everything else, they're managing fairly well considering half of Rachel's jobs are top secret and typically result in decent body counts. Both are summoned back to action as Stross gifts us with one of those "only in SF" problems . . . when Moscow's sun went boom years before a counterattack was launched toward the world they thought was the culprit, New Dresden, essentially a whole host of nuclear bombs strapped to slower than light ships that will take years to reach them but reach them they will. As no one but Moscow survivors believe that New Dresden was crazy enough to blow up their sun, people are scrambling to not have this be a last minute problem and as it turns out they can be recalled if the Moscow ambassadors send out a signal, which they are currently debating whether to do (the more science oriented amongst you can ponder whether there's an easier way to intercept the bombs, although it is a bit of a needle in a haystack kind of thing) but being their politicians no one is in real hurry to make a decision, which would be fine except someone wants to do the very opposite of ballot stuffing and start fitting the ambassadors for grisly future murder coffins. The one common denominator turns out to be a certain cruise ship that keeps visiting the worlds in question before the bodies turn up so its up to Rachel and Martin to prove that spying does make the heart grow fonder. Wonder they'll run into anyone we know on the ship?
Its a lot of setup but unlike the last book Stross has read a thing or two about pacing novels and manages to balance everything nicely, not only giving us the aforementioned threads but adding a couple extra while we follow a warblogger named Frank and a handful of folks from an organization called the ReMastered, which wants to replace the Eschaton with their own personal god and seems to be big fans of spilling blood in the process and turning you into the kind of meat puppets that won't make you alt-rock favorites. Something tells me this is a vacation where the cruise company is going to hand out a lot of comps.
Impressively, he manages to make a tense scenario out of the slowest bombs ever as Rachel and Martin race to keep more ambassadors from getting knocked off while doing their best to save poor Wednesday once they figure out she's involved too. His vision of the future remains as inventive as ever, ranging from the quirky (cruise ships can be done in cryosleep so they do their best to milk the rich, plus the whole concept of McWorlds made me laugh) to the dark (the ReMastered on some level are Nazis with better technology) and its fun to see the little tidbits he throws into scenes almost an aside, communication devices and clothes generators and whatnot. It feels like a more fleshed out future and not just places he's invented to lampoon some aspect of the modern day. You can believe in how these worlds interact with each other, and the cultural tensions that result.
His characterizations are better too, or at least you care about more than two people this time. Rachel and Martin haven't lost any of their charm since the first book, an interesting flipped script where Martin is the supportive, nurturing partner that is capable of being the brains of the outfit, while his wife is both the brains and brawn of the relationship, a woman who in another scenario probably would a drinking problem (if Stross' future wouldn't solve it so easily) but who is ready to both spy and blow up a roomful of people if necessary. How they play off each other makes for one of the more satisfying aspects of the book and its nice to see a married couple where the focus isn't on martial tension the whole time. But he also writes a convincing teenager in Wednesday, someone who has the wits to stay alive but is constantly on the backfoot. Even the minor characters like Frank (who gets a memorable flashback and an . . . odd romance) or Sven (have clowning, will travel) or the various ReMastered get a turn in the spotlight and feel like believable people for this future. No one feels like a joke or extraneous.
In facts things escalate nicely on the ship and Stross ratchets up the tension nicely as the situation gets further out of hand, focusing on the characters and dialing back the stuff about the Eschaton (which always felt like one of those things that make less sense the more you look at it) so you get a fun fast-paced thriller in space. He's good enough that you barely notice that he tends to use Herman as a combination of deus ex machina and Charlie from "Charlie's Angels" at times, giving the characters orders and paving the way for the plot to move forward but conveniently being out of contact when it would matter (though with one woman army Rachel present it may not be as crucial). He gets a better (or more fleshed out) explanation for his existence this time out but he's still problematic and I wonder if he's the reason Stross was never able to do another novel in this series.
He's doing so well that its downright disappointing that he didn't reach the section of his "How to Write Novels Picky People Like" book that explained how to stick the landing on the ending, which he . . . doesn't quite do. Either because he wrote himself into a corner or he wanted to go the route of surprise, a lot of the ending depends on you believing that a character you meet late in the book is actually a secret master assassin that everyone has to fight (its not the one you think, although I guessed the other one had an ulterior motive) and with most of the solution explained by the villain anyway it hardly seems to matter. Even worse, after the book has climaxed he follows it up with an epilogue that pursues a joke scenario from earlier in the book before turning it out of nowhere into a dark foreshadowing of trouble to come before just ending the book. It'd be unsatisfyingly abrupt even if a third book did exist, but knowing one is never coming makes this last glimpse of everyone downright frustrating.
If he hadn't done such a good job with ninety-five percent of the rest of the book it wouldn't come across as jarring but given how much of an improvement this was on almost every level over his first novel you wish he had taken the opportunity to look at the ending one more time. Still its a fun ride regardless and a nice sign that writers can recognize their own shortcomings and adjust to overcome them. It promises for even better in the future (just not with these people) and if the worst thing you can say about this novel is you may have to stop fifty pages before the end to write your own ending in your head then its quite possible he's doing just fine.