Crank everything up to elevety stupid
I must admit that having read this book I feel a bit grubby. It is spectacularly trashy, as squishy a bit of pulp as it is possible to imagine. It is less a trilogy of books and more a trilogy of high concepts strung together with almost endless action sequences in which everything is cranked up to eleventy stupid.
The first book opens in a mid 21st century world with a style mid way between steam punk and cyberpunk. This is a world where Britain and France merged to become a global superpower, and the second world war never happened. A journalist travels from Paris to London on a giant airship to find out about the death of her ex husband, and to recover his digitally downloaded personality. Meanwhile in an alternate "reality", WW2 is very much on, but the RAF's leading air ace is a hard drinking, cigar smoking, genetically enhanced Macaque monkey. Then a lot of people and things get blown up, shot at, and crashed together.
It is a classic piece of low quality, high concept fiction. Take a big idea, then put your foot down as hard as possible on the accelerator and hope your readers are so caught up with the momentum of the thing, or at least desperately hanging on to the gaudy fairground ride, that they don't notice the massive plot holes or lack of character development.
In the first book of the three author Gareth Powell gets away with it. He delivers an action thriller which is pretty good fun. It is hard to dislike a book in which a simian spitfire pilot has a female Glasgow teenager as his wingman (woman). A book in which the heir to the throne of England and France runs away with a penniless French student. A book in which King William (work out the timeline) is married to a corporate matriarch. A book whose denouement involves a Zeppelin crashing onto the Royal Yacht.
If the fuel for the first book is a mixture of steam punk, digital personality recording, and of course the military monkey, the second is built on a combination of the quantum multiverse and networked personalities. Journalist Victoria and AckAck Macaque have joined forces on a giant airship now owned by the former. Victoria's ex husband is a hologram contained in a model car. Having become global celebrities at the end of the first book, primate pilot and newshound are trying to withdraw and live privately, but that doesn't last when a drug addled novelist witnesses the murder of his doppelgänger. This is the precursor to an invasion across the multiverse by a hive mind lead by a strangely familiar figure. That in turn is the excuse for the Macaque to smoke, drink, blow things up, shoot people and crash things together. It starts to get a bit repetitive.
The final book reverses the pattern. It starts off with the smashy stuff, and then, two thirds of the way through, completely changes, changes to the extent of "hang on a minute, am I still reading the same book." It suddenly introduces some seriously interesting ideas about a holographic universe right from the extreme fringes of quantum physics. These lead to, after all that has come before, an oddly quiet and melancholic finale. Sadly however, the end comes too quickly for anything genuinely interesting to happen. Before the welcome change of pace, all the villains from the two previous books come together, and the monkey gets to smoke, drink, etc etc etc.
The best science fiction is the fiction of ideas and finds new ways to say things about the human condition, and about contemporary society, while having a lot of fun on the way. Iain M Banks was,for example, a writer who combined social commentary with being enormously entertaining. In that context I find Gareth L Powell a really frustrating writer. He starts off with some really big ideas, but then doesn't take them anywhere other than using them as the background for mindless action sequences.
Entertaining but shallow.