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An Extraordinary and Death-Defying Tour of Edwardian Low Life and High Society, accompanied by our host Lucifer Box Esq - artist, dandy, rake ... and lethal secret agent. Lucifer Box is the darling of the Edwardian belle monde - society's most fashionable portrait painter is a wit, a dandy, a rake, the guest all hostesses (and not a few hosts) must have. But few know that Lucifer Box is also His Majesty's most accomplished and daring secret agent. Beneath London's façade of Imperial grandeur and divine aesthetes seethes an underworld of crazed anarchists, murder, and despicable vice, and Box is at home in both. And so of course when Britain's most prominent scientists begin turning up dead, there is only one man his country can turn to. Lucifer Box ruthlessly deduces and seduces his way from his elegant townhouse at Number 9 Downing Street (all his father left him), to private stews of London and the seediest, most colourful back alleys of Italy, in search of the mighty secret society that may hold the fate of the world in its claw-like hands - the Vesuvius Club.… (more)
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I suppose I should say something about the plot--the novel is a mystery story, and the plot does trip along. Lots of fairly ridiculous incidents, competently written action, and it all hangs together well enough in the end. But really it's about the humor, the wit, and the pastiche. And a certain amount of (somewhat surprising) heart. It's clear that Gatiss had a brilliant time writing this, and if you are in any way inclined toward liking The Vesuvius Club that delight will pass over into your reading experience. That being said, this book is probably not for everyone. There's an element of the send-up here, of going over-the-top, of taking something to such heights of badness that it becomes irresistibly good, and if that's not your thing, this may read flat. But. If you like that sort of thing, this is exactly the sort of thing you will like.
Said somewhere else covers a time and place when audiences weren’t surrounded with formulaic, contrived villains trying to conquer and/or destroy the world. No, The Vesuvius Club is something different. Box’s work for His Majesty’s Service is more of a satire of what Bond and Bourne were combating when things were simpler, when your average villains had something smaller and more bizarre in their sights, like say, a volcano. Apart from the setting, Gatiss excels in his descriptions of eerily misty London cemeteries and runaway hansoms, hazy and writhing opium dens and slightly off antagonists. From London to Naples, the reader is carried swiftly in bewilderment in an overly witty, bizarre, and humorous adventure.
Full of nods to the genre and full detail of the period underworld it owes a firm debt to Alan Moore. However in parts it feels laboured and as if the writer had a cool idea that he couldn't not include so it was shoehorned in.
Honestly not someone's work I would hunt up but also not a book I regret reading.
The main character is very full of himself and certain that his place in the world is to be admired and loved. This is some of his charm and also a source of some of his errors.
I enjoyed both books, very funny main character who is a bit of a dandy, sleeping with anyone he can find and having all sorts of jolly fun while he manages to save the world. Great holiday read.
I really liked the zombies and the
For within the coffin was revealed a cloth dummy, its innards stuffed with straw, its eyes and mouth merely crude stitching like that on some common scarecrow.
'Ha!' I cried triumphantly. 'Exactly what I expected to find!'
Which was a bloody lie but there you
A humorous spy story set in Edwardian London and Naples. Lucifer Box is a well-known portrait painter and dandy. He is witty and decadent, with a fondness for the seedier fleshpots of Edwardian London, and by page five I was convinced that he was a sociopath. He also has a secret life as a spy and assassin for the British secret service, and his adventures in Naples (once he was over his sea-sickness) tracking down the people responsible for the disappearance of three vulcanologists, were exciting and very entertaining.
Just a few ways to describe Mark Gatiss’s rollicking caper - which I enjoyed enormously.
Sure, it can be described as Sherlock Holmes meets James Bond (if they’d been brave enough to cast the estimable, dishy Rupert Everett in the role), but it seems
What I enjoyed most about the whole affair was that, at the heart of it, narrator and ostensible "hero" Lucifer Box, is rather a pompous ass. I suspect author Mark Gatiss is taking sly aim at the English class system, using the preening, egotistical Box as the perfect model of (to use Monty Python terminology) the upper-class twit. Time and again, we see that Box’s mission would fail utterly without the help of his "domestics," the servants and underlings who aide him nearly every step of the way - whether it be with investigating, research, alluding capture or fisticuffs. Unlike with Holmes, there isn’t a lot of deduction going on here, as every revelation seems to come to Box by chance or after the fact entirely. Despite all that, he continues to trumpet his virtues throughout.
This is a terrific, light romp - outlandish, funny, sexy - even a bit suspenseful and surprising. Perfect for a hot, lazy day at the beach.
Actually I must
Lucifer Box, "the feted artist, the dashing dandy ... but by night -- philanderer, sodomite, and assassin!" is quite simply one of the most charming detectives I've come across. His portrayal is a little uneven, as at times he seems a spy firmly in the mold of a James Bond or Sherlock Holmes, while at other times, he seems a mite more like Inspector Clouseau or Inspector Gadget. I think that mishmash quality, however, is what I most enjoyed about this book, the bastard child of Wodehouse, Fleming, and Wilde, amongst others. It's a quick and fun little read (also available as a graphic novel, apparently).
Although this is a very funny book, the humor is pleasantly understated, as when Mr. Box reveals that he lives at 9 Downing Street ("Somebody has to live there."). The action scenes are as one might expect, with fistfights and chases aplenty, and the grand finale takes place in the evil mastermind's secret lair, located ... well ... why ruin the surprise? And as with any good spy novel, there are a couple sex scenes, handled in a rather unique fashion by the author.
This is all utterly charming of course, a real adventure story written with in a contagiously good mood and full of wit, with the occasional sliver of smut thrown in. A can totally see how anyone could love this. For me though, grumpy mutterer that I am, I kind of find this a hard formula to pull off. This book is trying so hard to be BOTH a thrilling matiné adventure, and an ironic smirk at the thrilling matiné adventure story as a genre, it kind of ends up being too little of both. This becomes most evident in the end, where the ”I’ll tell you the truth before killing you off” moments are just piling up. I can totally see myself picking up the sequel at some point. But I don’t feel in any immediate hurry.
Vesuvius Club describes itself as parts Sherlock, Bond, Python, Powers and even Wodehouse and I suppose that's accurate though I'm not exactly knowledgeable in all fandoms (Sherlock being the one I'm most familiar with). If I had to sum it up, it's about a man, Lucifer Box, who is
Unfortunately, what stands out the most in my memory is the ridiculous character name of Jocelyn Poop. The missing agent is mentioned quite a bit, and while other characters did have funny or odd names like Miss Fullalove, Inspector Flush and Mr. and Mrs. Midsomer Knight, Poop takes the cake. Every time they referred to him, I was taken out of the story because I thought to myself "There is the word poop again." Ugh.
Anyway. The book was alright. Lucifer was a so-so character for me. He's feisty, flirtatious and decadent and his bisexuality added a note of interest, especially given the time period of the book. The plot was ridiculous and while clever, our protagonist had a fair bit of luck - but for me what's where the Wodehouse influence comes along (at least, based on my memory of the one book I've read).
I was mildly entertained, sometimes surprised (that whole part with the orgy...) but in the end, I don't care to continue on with the series and will likely get rid of the book eventually.
That said, this was the fastest I've read a book in a long time - not because it was an easy read, but because I had a hard time putting it down, it was so enthralling and entertaining. I hope that the next book lives up to the standard this one set for me.