Richard Morgan writes wet dreams of cyberpunk lovers, there's no doubt about that. Starting with "Altered Carbon", Morgan introduced a cynical antihero, Takeshi Kovacs, into the genre and puts him into the world of neon, mega-corporations, yakuza, and body alterations (graphic action scenes and explicit sex included). "Woken Furies", the last part of a trilogy on the ex-Envoy, a member of an elite unit of soldiers, amplifies the winning combination and raises the bar, as it usually happens with sequels. If something works, don't touch it. Just add more. Unfortunately, in this case, this combination failed.
After he left noir waters in the second par of series, “Broken Angels” for the genre of political-military SF, Morgan somewhat returns to his roots and puts Kovacs in the neon-colored streets of Harlan's World, his birthplace, where the oligarchy of the First Families rules with an iron fist, and revolutionaries dream of the return of Quellcrist Falconer, a mythical figure and leader of the former revolution.
From the opening page, Morgan puts the reader into action. Kovacs is wounded, persecuted by an angry mob. His pockets are full of cortical stacks of bearded priests, members of the radical religious order. His motives for the killing spree are unknown until the last third of the novel when his persona is demystified, and the cause of the carnage of the whole order becomes a cheap solution, especially when it comes to someone like Kovacs. If Morgan was building a character different from the beginning, it would have made sense, but like this not really. It's just a reason for Kovacs to be what he’s most comfortable with, a mindless killing machine.
That’s not the only problem of this novel that starts well, gets the reader hooked into the story from the first page, and doesn't let go. The constant action leads Kovacs from situation to situation, while he travels to the wasteland with the new team, the scene of a devastating war, to get to a new sleeve and earn some money on the way. With their return, the story loses initial fizz to dive into the abyss headlong, deeper with every chapter.
There are limits to which you can go when it comes to SF without going over the top and avoid extremes that devalued everything that has been written until then. That's exactly what Morgan does, pulling out crazy plot twists every few chapters, stretching the action, and using deus ex machina solutions like he’s a beginner in a creative writing course, which leads to the question of how motivated Morgan was to write this novel or did he just do it to fulfill contractual obligations.
First of all, there are too many plot lines in this novel. Stories that could have made two separate novels about Kovacs and his past. Then there is the problem Morgan has had since the beginning of the series, he mentions certain topics that would give the novel weight, but then he only brushes them. Radical religion, revolution and social struggle between classes, behavior towards women. He's got great ideas here, only he’s not giving them proper treatment. What he's brilliant though are his action scenes, worthy of a Hollywood blockbuster. This novel works that way. Like an overpaid Hollywood SF summer hit directed by Michael Bay, let’s say.
Far from the first two novels about Takeshi Kovacs, stretched to the limits of pain, but still, a fun read, even though it’s full of cheap solutions and cliches. After all, this is still a wet dream for all cyberpunk lovers.