Rhythm of the Imperium
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Publisher Description
Book Three in the View from the Imperium series from humorous SF master Jody Lynn Nye. Lieutenant Lord Thomas Kinago and his trusty constant companion, the unflappable Parsons, are back. And this time they've got a planet to save.
The Zang, an elder race of the galaxy, may be a shrinking population, but they're also intelligent, curious, and powerful. What's more, they practice a most unusual art form: they bonsai star systems. Eager to witness this first hand, Lieutenant Lord Thomas Kinago, accompanied as always by his personal assistant Parsons, sets out on a several-week jaunt to see the Zang destroy a moon to enhance the beauty of a star system.
But the trip is sidelined when Kinago's uncle offers to take him to the seldom seen human homeworld, Earth. Unable to resist, Kinago goes along, only to find on his return that the planet he's just visited may be in danger of being eradicated. Earth lies within the protective sphere of the Zang, but enemies of the Imperium are lobbying to have Sol system turned over to them.
It is up to Kinago and Parsons to save Earth. Kinago has the key, but will he be able to persuade the Zang to spare the human homeworld before it's too late?
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PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Nye's third Lord Thomas Kinago novel (after Fortunes of the Imperium) delivers neither the humor nor the excitement promised by the premise. The Zang are the elder race of the galaxy. They are able, through their will alone, to destroy celestial bodies that do not suit their aesthetic sense. They have invited several races to their latest eradication event, including the mineral-based Kail, who detest the "slimy ones" humans and other biologicals. The Kail hope to persuade the Zang to take radical action to safeguard Kail space, and they send three ambassadors on the Imperium Jaunter, a ship that also happens to be transporting wealthy human Lord Thomas Kinago and his cousins to the spectacle. Thomas's reaction to the Kail (and every other situation) is to indulge his latest enthusiasm, interpretive dance. Bodily contortions, expressive gestures, and outrageous costumes fill the pages; they're certainly ridiculous, but they fail to be funny. The few action sequences starring redoubtable Covert Service agent Parsons are overwhelmed by page upon page of noble dilettantism.