Thus begins this first-in-a-series novel that strives to blend the best of Indiana Jones, the writings of H.P. Lovecraft, the weird-west genre, and classic Universal monster movies. And, for the most part, it succeeds. I love all these sorts of adventure fiction themes and styles so I may be a bit prejudice towards liking this book. Throw in cursed Egyptian mummies, Mexican banditos, Chinese vampires, bloated slickened worms the size of silos, asps, killer train wrecks, horseback-riding grave eaters – one with a flamenco guitar! and much more and you start to get the idea of what a mash-up story this is. About the only thing missing is a gang of undead Caribbean pirates. Perhaps in book two…
One might think this was all just too much to cram into a single novel but I didn’t feel that way at all. It’s written in a style that reminds me a lot of Lovecraft, especially the horror aspects, and I thought it all held together quite well. But the addition of three other main characters really brings out the emotional humanity of the plot. A pretty occultist librarian, a gun-toting rebel of the old west, and an orphaned Chinese busboy round out the cast and their teamwork is fun to watch develop.
I recognize this sort of over-the-top adventure novel is not for everyone. But if you want to take a chance on a pulpy throwback to the classics of yesteryear, this would be a good one to try. The main story does conclude in this volume but it is easy to see how other books could flow forth.
I’m looking forward to number two in the series.