Andy Remic is the Two-Face of action-centric science fiction. One minute, he's barraging me with seemingly endless melodrama and atrociously bad dialogue. The next, his characters are chewing through great scenery in some shockingly decent action scenes. He's a bit of a guilty pleasure, especially since I'll read just about any jumped-up military/action science fiction I can get my hands on. But on a technical level, his novel War Machine just doesn't pass muster.
It's one thing to say your characters are badasses, as the seemingly elite and mysterious Combat K are supposed to be. Well, it's a bit hard to be a badass character when you're stopping to mope and talk about your feelings every five minutes. The three members of Combat K have an embarassing case of diarrhea of the mouth when it comes to the touchy-feely. And when they're not talking about their emotions for each other, they're often spouting off ludicrously bad jokes and tough-guy machismo bullshit. If the emo talk had been left on the cutting room floor, the grunty surliness and terrible jokes could have been almost forgivable. As it is, I think I nearly broke my eyeballs (again) from rolling them.
It's too bad, too, because there are some merits to War Machine. The action scenes growl along with a nice level of intensity. I am severely annoyed at the liberal sprinkling of the cliffhanger chapter endings, which inevitably have characters facing "certain" death only to have something miraculous occur to save them, yet again. Seriously, it's worse than Dan Brown's chapter endings and beginnings. Yeah. It's that bad.
Still, those action elements, save for that one annoyance, are good. You can practically hear the explosions and the gunfire. The technology in the novel, while not exactly inspired, is covered in breezy strokes, with an intriguing backstory to the development of mankind and its spread to the stars. Remic includes a lot of modern products and companies as imagined thosuands of years down the line, which is interesting - but it's also a bit jarring, because he rarely mentions product names or companies that would have existed beyond today and before the events of the story. In several thousands of years, perhaps even dozens, there haven't been any new companies? And British accents are apparently the norm? That's an amateurish oversight, a glaring one among the otherwise neat backdrop of an intriguing galaxy.
And despite all these complaints and the low score, I find myself kind of enjoying Remic's work. There's nothing the mind can really grab onto and chew, but it's an easily digestible book with some promise. For most, that's probably not going to be enough.