We are in big deepy do-do. The fate of the mortal world is at stake!
As T.J. Brown's exceedingly entertaining "The Unhappy Medium: A Supernatural Comedy" was first published in 2014, I doubt I truly need to provide much review or summary to get across the details of my experience. However, I've decided to plod on anyway as I really don't have anything much better to do today and it is after all February 29th. Meaning that I won't be able to do this on this date again for another 4 years. A bit self-serving, I know, but after this experience, you'll excuse me if my concept and appreciation for the great span of time our Universe has occupied is rather at the forefront on my cranial lobe bits. Hey, I can spout dry and cynical humour (note spelling) out with the best of them!
Mad? Maybe… but successfully mad, and that’s the important thing.
Author Brown starts us off on what seems to be a rather tame series of events or really just general circumstances surrounding a number of locales in what we now deem to be England or Great Britain or however it needs to be clarified. Not that there's more clarity provided into where we're heading with the various plot-lines as we seem to be witnessing a great deal of loose threads blowing in the proverbial wind. How these are all eventually respun into a nice ball of, if not logic then certainly a conclusively satisfying outcome is still somewhat beyond me, though the longer I think on it, surprisingly enough the more sense it makes. Still, you should perhaps prepare yourself to go from wealth to poverty, fame to disgrace, good to evil and back again as well as some rather confusing appearances by what seems at first to be someone or something outside of the usual classification of "human".
This is hardly the place for a whole load of theological argy bargy. This is a time for action.
It's not an incredibly evenly paced book in that we take a lot of different opportunities to flash back to events of the past - from the rise and fall of our cousins Homo neanderthalensis at our own hands (talk about awkward family reunions) to the rise and fall and rise again of the British monarchy ("He was affable, eager to please and about as assertive as a ballet dancer on a rugby pitch...As a King he was all but useless.") to even quite thoroughly detailed views on the Spanish Inquisition. All together now: no one expects the Spanish Inquisition, although we are treated to an inside look at the very real aspect of the fear, surprise, and of course ruthless efficiency they were known for. I'm not entirely convinced after this telling that they were really all that fanatically devoted to the Pope - if even Christianity for that matter - but their nice red uniforms did at least keep the blood from showing up quite so thoroughly when things got messy. And yes, I will send the Monty Python office a cheque for useage of their text accordingly.
You have your ... err ... good, and then ... well, you have your evil. Good is good, and evil is essentially bad.
But it is during these rather irregular jaunts looking into the pasts and details of each story-line that we get to know a splendid array of different characters, although again, it is difficult at first to decide who we're supposed to be following most closely. I'm going to go with Dr. Newton Barlow, who is apparently supposed to come across as an extremely intelligent and much more hip version of the States' own Dr. Bill Nye. No, no bowties for Newton as he rubs elbows with not only the great physicists of our time but also the "hip" crowd from models to rock stars and more. Not only is his work attention-grabbing but equally so his skeptical yet entertaining demeanor as a rebuttalist against all things mystical, religious or otherwise unable to be proved by hard science makes him rise quickly to the top. It's easy then to see his downfall approaching at the hands of big business and the illogical machinations of capitalism, but hey, we had to get him on the whole "don't call them Ghostbusters" team somehow, no? Needless to say, following these first few decades of his life is quite intriquing.
I know he’s evil and everything, but I wasn’t expecting him to be such an annoying prick.
And we don't even get to meet some of the most important players that begin to appear and ply their trade until the book is more than halfway along, by which point both said characters and the bullets are just zipping around every which way. Why our introduction to the Reverend J.M. Bennet - who winds up being more than key to the exciting conclusion and the scary bits leading up to same - doesn't even occur until the 3/4's mark. And that's not even including his fine band of rescueteers of various faiths and denominations who despite all appearances to the contrary wind up being more than a capable fighting force. It's enough to make one review their entire consideration of Hugh Jackman's "Van Helsing" as being much more than a nice fictional diversion and wonder just what goes on in the deeper catacombs of the Vatican City (among others). Oh and it just gets better as "aspects" (things, etc.) we've seen earlier and throughout the book come into play as the aforementioned ball of twine finally gets tightened up and stored back next to the comfy chairs.
He certainly has his moments. More Dick Dasterdly than Darth Vader.
All-in-all, if Maximus asks, I was very entertained. Sure, my reading experience was not without a dose of severe confusion or three, but that's to be expected. The author is obviously setting this entire cast and unique the living, the dead, and 'others' up for a string of exciting escapades - much like we witnessed as Newton got his Purgatorial legs underneath him - and that isn't always easy. Why Cardinal Balthazar De La Senza probably wouldn't have to struggle much at all to get me to confess to similar impressions of even Sir Terry Pratchett's "Discworld" books back when I first started. Still if Sister Wendy wanted to have a go at making me feel dirty and sinful, well, who am I to stand in the way of renewing one of the worst chapters in human history, eh?
When you die, there are a few things that pop up you weren’t expecting.
So again, bravo to all and I can't wait to pick up a copy of the second book and see how things roll along now that my sensitivity and other important skills have been introduced to the world between. And now maybe goodreads can stop recommending these books to me every time I log in a review for any and all tomes written by any and all residents of however many bits qualify as the British Isles! And while we're talking geography, it's always nice to zoom around the olde country, whether it be from the dry wastelands of Spain (¡Sé que sé!) to the miserably cold and wet streets of Germany (ich weiss ich weiss). Until next time!