The Trojan War rages at the foot of Olympos Mons on Mars—observed and influenced from on high by Zeus and his immortal family—and twenty-first-century professor Thomas Hockenberry is there to play a role in the insidious private wars of vengeful gods and goddesses. On Earth, a small band of the few remaining humans pursues a lost past and devastating truth—as four sentient machines depart from Jovian space to investigate, perhaps terminate, the potentially catastrophic emissions emanating from a mountaintop miles above the terraformed surface of the Red Planet.
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This one is huge in scope, ambitious, and fun to read. Once I was in it, I was in, just waiting to see how everything came together. So that part was hugely enjoyable.
I liked Orphu and Mahnmut a lot. All the Proust and Shakespeare was right up my alley. I also liked the post-humans (post-post-humans?)with their ignorance and their faxing and their being eaten by allosaurs. Liked Odysseus and Caliban. Hockenberry was all right, though I could have done with less of him sleeping around with Helen (seriously? Mary Sue much?). Did I mention that the allosaurs were excellent? Why not more allosaurs, I say.
Cons of the book: it's not awfully well written. Savi makes a million in-jokes directed at the reader and refuses to explain any of them to the characters she is talking to, which drove me bananas. The ending of the book is fairly lame, as endings of epix often are. Way too many milky-white breasts are mentioned (Q: how do you know a book is written by a man? A: Lots and lots of milky white breasts). And I didn't exactly understand the post-human/Prospero/antisemitism/column of blue light/firmary in space biz. Perhaps that will be explained in the sequel. Which I will read. Sometime.
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