I did end up following through on Ilium. Although, I really shouldn’t have.
What I should have, is known right from the beginning that I was going to be disappointed. When Ilium ended, it was with Achilles and Hector joining forces to take down the gods. Olympos starts like six months into a war in which nothing has happened except Paris recently died. If a war with the gods isn’t interesting enough for a reader, what is?
Olympos was a much easier read than Ilium. Due to the lack of Greek names thrown around willy-nilly like I’m supposed to know who they are. Also, there’s a greater focus on characters who aren’t Thomas Hockenberry who continues to be some kind of authorial stand-in who gets to bang Helen every so often. Yawn.
I thought maybe that the big bad would provide some much needed action. Setebos is a giant brain with a bunch of mouths and hands who shows up, eats fear from history and promptly fucks off at the conclusion.
While I appreciate the idea that human creativity is a force all its own (which is such an author idea, like filmmakers talking about the power of film), and the reason for these crazy gods and monsters coming to life, this novel just ends with no good wrap up. The gods still exist, but in another universe? Didn’t the robot moravecs travel from outer space to stop their use of Brane wormholes?
Honestly, who cares. I had many questions in the end that went unanswered. But I don’t care to find the answers. My care for this book left the building when one character, having been gifted knowledge, took one look at a world ending situation and put a gun to his head. And then three chapters later, he took the gun away from his head and threw it away.
Easier to read, but without anything satisfying to crunch on, Olympos falls flat like Ilium. Simmons has better books for you to read.
1 out of 4 stars.