The Vesuvius Club, by Mark Gatiss

This is Gatiss' (Of League of Gentlemen fame) first novel, and it is to be hoped, the first in a series of Lucifer Box books. Box is the edwardian equivelent of James Bond, a spy for His majesties government.

The story is told in the first person, which allows Gatiss to be deliciously sordid and candid about his characters somewhat cold and calculating actions.

However we still warm to Box, dispite his almost hysterical vanity, and sexual depravity, (deeply reminiscent of American Psyco).

The writing is brilliant and convincingly enough Edwardian to the layman. It is also very textured in its writing, echoes of Wilde, almost certainly intentional.

The plot begins calmly, and clevery builds so that suddenly Gatiss has reached truly bondesque level of absurdity, but he surprisingly carries it. The end of the world is threatened, but the day saved... right down to the surprise yet formulaic assasination attempt at the end.

Its a joyous read and it is to be hoped there is more to come. While it complies strictly to the mould that has been laid down for these sorts of stories that is very much the point, formula is what its all about. There are alot of characters, and Gatiss is not afraid to have fun with the names, but he's most unsporting in offering any form of reminder as to who certain ones are when they re-appear later on.

I like the Idea of Joshua Reynolds being the M of his day and holding his meetings in a secret public toilet.

Brill, and to echo mr Fry, More, i want More...

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I'm sold

Shall be reading this tome, you make it seem so easy!
In a desperate attempt to widen the scope of my personal reading a little further than Philip Pullman and the Marquis de Sade, I've asked my jolly friends to put together a reading list for me to slither through over Christmas. Perhaps you lovelies would like to make a contribution?

Incidentally, I have some searching and pertinent questions about Dr. Scheisse and Jeff.
And one about why you haven't sold the whole concept to the BBC for an extortionate sum, thereby negating all your house/sin worries?
I do not use the word lightly. Your comedy is genius.

Whose Jeff

My Jeff?

Your Jeff?

You're Jeff?

Dr Scheise was only of my fave's, Which reminds me i should be beaten to add some Other People to FCM ASAP.

Beat me Now! Beat me Hard!

Cliched twitch

Well, it's official. I no longer need sleep. However, I do seem to have developed a twitch in the corner of my eye that is so goddamned cliched I could spit. Why not have a twitch in one's eyebrow? Or perhaps some sort of fist extension that one could use mischievously at dinner parties? Nope - the hackneyed old line of the short-of-sleep writer-type who overuses-hyphens and twiches in the left eye like a 'Nam vet.

Sigh.

Would quite like to beat someone actually. Especially if some of the other people ends up on here as a happy by-product of said beating. As if the screaming weren't reward enough...

Commissioner Dreyfus

Next you'll be shooting your nose off or guillotineing your thumb or building a giant laser to destroy the world.

Shall I come round and set your desk alight, just to set you off?