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OverviewA young man discovers a manuscript and so begins a bizarre tale that brings together his grandfather, every conspiracy theory you've ever heard about the royal family and the true story about where the power of Number 10 really lies. Readers of The Somnambulist may well recoginise the characters kept within a chalk circle in a cellar beneath Downing Street. With a gallery of vividly grotesque characters, a gleefully satiric take on modern life and a playful and highly literate style, this is an amazingly readable literary fantasy. In his sequel to the crazed Victoriana of The Somnambulist, Jonathan Barnes brings his invention, reality, grotesquerie and curiosities bang-up-to-date. Full Product DetailsAuthor: Jonathan BarnesPublisher: Orion Publishing Co Imprint: Gollancz Dimensions: Width: 15.60cm , Height: 2.00cm , Length: 19.90cm Weight: 0.242kg ISBN: 9780575082311ISBN 10: 0575082313 Pages: 288 Publication Date: 12 February 2009 Audience: General/trade , General Format: Paperback Publisher's Status: Active Availability: To order Stock availability from the supplier is unknown. We will order it for you and ship this item to you once it is received by us. Table of ContentsReviewsThis is what great satire should be - a spin on the power elite in politics and government. On top of that, it has a galloping pace and makes for a truly engrossing read. -- Brigid Cherry DREAMWATCH TOTAL SCI-FI This is what great satire should be ? a spin on the power elite in politics and government. On top of that, it has a galloping pace and makes for a truly engrossing read. -- Brigid Cherry DREAMWATCH TOTAL SCI-FI The House of Windsor resembles that of Atreus while the Marx Brothers housesit, in this credibility-challenged sequel to British author Barnes's debut period melodrama The Somnambulist (2008).This one, while set in a recognizable present time, defies both logic and clear summary. Nevertheless, here's what seems to be afoot. When civil-service filing clerk Henry Lamb visits his grandfather, who has suffered a stroke, Henry is accosted, in a way, as he leaves the hospital, when a window cleaner falls to his death, but not before uttering the last words, The answer is yes. That message will authorize Henry's entry into the shadowy world of the Directorate, a secret society (also active in The Somnambulist) waging an ongoing war against the current royal family. For Good Queen Victoria, we learn, had done something quite naughty - selling the souls of her subjects to a monstrous entity known as Leviathan, presently chained below the earth (rather like poor Prometheus), but likely to be unleashed if the Windsors' wickedness is not deflected by the hardy boys of the Directorate. You see, this drug-addicted Prince of Wales will keep mucking things up. Henry is a somewhat beguiling Unlikely Hero, and things do improve periodically with the appearances of two especially loathsome hired killers, who are perhaps on loan from Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere. Alas, even their enthusiastic sadism grows tiresome. Likewise, the display of disgustingly visceral special effects loses its charm after several orgies of slaughter. The plot is kept boiling, but the effect is somewhat like that of a toy train repeatedly hiccupping each time it passes over the same bump in the rug. There weren't this many climaxes in Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer trilogy (besides, it was funnier).Charles and Camilla will not be amused. (Kirkus Reviews) Author InformationJonathan Barnes is a remarkable new novelist and a brilliant, quirky literary writer. He lives in Surbiton, and this is his second novel. Tab Content 6Author Website:Countries AvailableAll regions |