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  <read_at>Wed Feb 06 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[The last book I read even close along these lines was Gordon Dahlquist's &quot;The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters,&quot; and as I began The Somnambulist, I immediately thought of Dahlquist's book and then my mind sort of wandered to The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen comics. Let me state right now that I am a MAJOR fan of pulp and The Somnambulist fed my craving well. I will also state that this book is not for everyone. At the outset the reader is warned that the narrator (whose identity remains unknown until nearly the end of the story) is unreliable, and that the &quot;book has no literary value whatsoever. It is a lurid piece of nonsense, convoluted, implausible, peopled by unconvincing characters, written in drearily pedestrian prose, frequently ridiculous and willfully bizarre.&quot; If those two facts do not scare you off, then you're in for an incredibly wild ride.<br/>Edward Moon is a stage magician and when he's not busy performing magic with trained apes he often moonlights as a detective who has helped Scotland Yard in more than one instance. His partner is known as &quot;the Somnambulist,&quot; and stands about eight feet tall, can be pierced through with swords and shed no blood, and does not speak but makes himself heard through the medium of a chalkboard. He cannot spell, his grammar is quite bad, and the significance of why this book is named for him doesn't reveal itself until the end (which I will not divulge here). Anyway, Scotland Yard's Inspector Merryweather now turns to the pair because of a series of bizarre and inexplicable deaths. This sets the pair onto a path that seems to have been somewhat predestined, involving a rather strange plot that has its origins under the city of London. Moon is warned away several times by some rather odd characters, none the least of which is a man who claims to be able to travel through time, a psychic, and a human fly. Adding to Moon's problems, a rather strange albino who works for some government bureau called &quot;The Directorate&quot; enlists him as well when these mysterious deaths lead to the uncovering of the plot. Need I continue? <br/>The writing is fantastic (if you enjoy this sort of thing), and the characters are quite well drawn. I would definitely recommend it to fans of pulp fiction (this is among the pulpiest!) and to those who enjoy a wee bit of steampunk in their reading. As noted earlier, this isn't for everyone, but if you're inclined toward this sort of craziness, you're going to love it. ]]></body>
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