2014 modern occult secret service, fifth in the Laundry Files
series. Everybody in the Laundry knows there's no such thing as
vampires. Why are they so very sure?
There are great ideas here, but they're let down badly by sub-par
execution. This is a very choppy book, which shows signs of having
been put together piecemeal and not properly read through before it
was sent for publication. For example, we're told twice (in nearly the
same words) that the third-fastest way to get round London is in a
police car with lights and siren going; we're told details about
characters repeatedly, and without obvious point; subplots start off
promisingly and then fade away, maybe to be brought back in a future
book, maybe not. Most tellingly, the pacing is off: there are about
200 pages of prologue and setup, painstakingly establishing characters
and situations and explaining the world for the benefit of the new
reader, followed by 150 pages of actual plot.
Part of the problem, perhaps, is that Bob Howard is no longer the new
guy getting into trouble over his head; fair enough, I can see that
that would get tired, but after the events of The Apocalyse Codex,
he's both organisationally and magically a pretty significant player.
Which means that the threat level has to be upped too, and somehow it
isn't being; he's already dealt with stuff that could end the world
and/or the Laundry, when he was less prepared to do so, and now he has
a tool ready for every situation, not to mention being able to kill a
fairly tough nasty from a distance and outside line of sight with only
a few seconds' preparation. The peril and tension feel false.
There are some good jokes about Agile/scrum methodology but they feel
as through they come from an outsider; Charlie's been out of software
for a while now, and while he's probably talked to someone on the
inside he hasn't captured the feel of it. The new vampires
investigating their condition works well, as well as establishing the
necessary ground rules since the idea of vampirism has been so
overused in recent years that any author now has to state how they
work in this particular universe. The comparison of vampires with
commercial banks is laboured; it may have been fresh when he started
writing, but it was tired well before publication, and it comes over
like someone enthusiastically re-telling you a joke that you heard and
got bored with years ago. Little details are wrong, like a sequence of
roads in a drive round London that simply makes no sense at all (if
you're starting from vaguely central London south of the River and
heading for the M1 and Watford, you're probably not going to use the
North Circular at all, and you're certainly not going to have anything
to do with Neasden Lane North), not helped by a mention of "junction
1A" of the M25 which should clearly be junction 16. There's
inconsistency about whether Bob's soul-eating powers will work on
vampires. It's sloppy.
Every so often there's an aside where the Bob Howard of the future,
writing up the incident report that forms the main narrative, steps in
to point out what the reader should be paying attention to. There's a
hidden villain who, given an utter lack of other plot purpose, might
as well be wearing a sign saying "I am not the hidden villain".
Decisions by Bob that are clearly going to have Plot Significance are
made with all the subtlety and light touch of
Bagger 288. Many of the
goings-on turn out to have been manipulations and deceptions. Half of
the climactic action, the half that's going to have major
repercussions into future books, is related at even further remove
than the rest of the book as extracts from an official report, with no
viewpoint characters present, while several of the recurring minor
characters from earlier books don't show up here at all. Named
characters dieā¦ off-stage. Yes, Charlie, you can say "X, aged 47,
leaves a wife, Sandra (age 49), and two children, Alec (15) and Olivia
(11)", and we get that you're trying to make us feel sad, but the
strings are showing. We've never met Sandra or Alec or Olivia.
They're just names you made up.
I'm sorry to say this, because I count Charlie as a friend and I've
liked many of his earlier books, but I think this one needed a lot
more work put into the writing. Time pressure? Boredom?
To be followed by The Annihilation Score.
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