Borrowing heavily and entirely without shame from H.G. Wells’ “War of the Worlds”, “the Martian Ambassador” takes place in England of 1899 where, after first contact, Martians are now living among men. The extra-terrestrials in this book are a peaceful race, and being technically more advanced, have helped humanity to make great leaps forward in the fields of technology, transport and science.
But the delicate partnership is put under stress when the Martian ambassador in London dies while attending a banquet, and people quickly start to realize his death might have been murder. It’s up to Special Investigator Thomas Blackwood and Lady Sophia Harrington from Her Majesty’s Bureau of Clandestine Affairs to solve the crime, before the Martians take matters into their own far more powerful and threatening hands.
All sorts of sci-fi, faerie, steampunk and mystery elements are thrown together over the brief course of “the Martian Ambassador”. And while genre-blending has led to some great novels by the likes of Douglas Adams, China Miéville, Susanna Clarke or Margaret Atwood, Alan K. Baker is less successful in his endeavor here. Most of this is caused by two critical errors.
Baker throws all these elements into his story without any sort of logic or reasoning. Some of the steampunkish contraptions moving across the Victorian landscape are there because of the combined efforts of Martian and human engineers. But by far the most supernatural, magical or weird bits are simply there, without explication. There’s no world-building, critical in this kind of genre in order for the reader to immerse and enjoy this new reality presented on the page, and because of that, Baker’s Victorian England feels disappointingly dull and flavorless.
But even more damaging to the overall experience is the narrative and prose of the book. “The Martian Ambassador” is a quick, but very poorly balanced and awkward read. This is Baker’s first novel and sadly, it shows.
Exciting though familiar action scenes are cut short time and again for overlong passages of unnatural, wooden dialogue which mostly consist of exposition. None of the characters come alive or become memorable enough to warrant emotional investment in them, never mind enough enthusiasm to look forward to any of the following Blackwood & Harrington mysteries in the series.
And the plot itself is not mysterious, nor does it make any sense. Fairly early on, the true villains of the plot are already unmasked to the reader; but while both sides (Mars and Earth) know this fact, and who is truly responsible, no preventive action is undertaken and interplanetary war remains inevitable despite this. It’s head-scratchingly nonsensical and awkward like this throughout.
Fairly early on in the book, before it started to try eating my brains, “the Martian Ambassador” reminded me of Mark Hodder’s excellent “the Strange Affair of Spring Heeled Jack”. In many ways, that book is similar, but better, in almost any way compared to Baker’s work here. Even better still is H.G. Wells’ original, which is still worthy of being read time and again.
Fact remains, that in the overly satiated steampunk-genre, there’s really very little need to dig into “the Martian Ambassador”.