The strength of Equations of Life lies not so much the writing style, which is rather plain and straightforward, as much as in its wealth of ideas. As the first novel in a series of Samuil Petrovitch books, the success of this opening instalment, with all its potential, holds out a great deal of promise for the subsequent parts.
The potential is immediately apparent in Equations of Life's post-Armageddon setting of a London unrecognisable but for the place names that now bear no relation to present-day reality. You don't want to venture too far above Oxford Street in the new London Metrozone, and as for Hyde Park, well, it's a hotbed of strange cults and tribes. Samuil Petrovitch is a Russian immigrant student in the Metrozone, working on nothing less than a Grand Unified Theory with his colleague Pif, a piece of work that is nearing completion and which holds out huge possibilities for space travel and unlimited energy sources. Unfortunately, his work is cut short when he gets involved in a street crime and saves a young woman from being kidnapped.
This opens up another avenue of interest, to say nothing of danger, when Petrovitch is introduced to her father, Oshicora, an important Japanese businessman (ie. yakuza gangster) who is working on a project to build a VirtualJapan, detailed down to the last blade of grass, after the original nation was destroyed in the great disaster (this book was available in proof long before the recent real-world events in Japan that now make that seem not so far-fetched). Petrovitch, whose shady past remains something of a mystery (as does just how Armageddon came about), has however also made some enemies through his actions, has the chief of police interested in him, has an assassin on his tail, and has some rather pressing health problems.
I say that the writing might not be all that brilliant in terms of style, descriptiveness or dialogue, but truth be told, its rather straightforward approach only serves to make the rather ambitious ideas it grapples with much easier to get along with. The story is never short of incident, there is plenty of imagination on display here - perhaps a little too much, with the Metrozone all too quickly descending into the complete anarchy of the New Machine Jihad by the mid-point of the book. Petrovitch however turns out to be an intriguing character, as do most of the other characters he meets - including a 19 year-old warrior nun (Ted McKeever's graphic novels Metropol, Eddy Current and Industrial Gothic come to mind frequently). It all comes together towards a thrilling conclusion that leaves that potential for the series to go just about anywhere, and I for one would be very interested to find out where this series goes next.