Paperback: 480 pages
Publisher: Orbit (6 April 2006)
Category(ies): Horror (it says)
"Down these mean streets ..."
We know the detective noir clichés. The private dick. The lack of money. The lack of clients. The dangerous broad. Well, here's a twist: the hero isn't a detective. Not really. He's a free-lance exorcist, who's been called in to rid the Bonnington Archive of a ghost.
Along the way, we discover a London in a world where ghosts are real, and have been since the 1990's. And not only ghosts, but zombies (really good zombies install really good aircon to stop the flesh rotting and the smell from stinking too much), and werewolves and demons. Being a detective novel after all, our hero sorts things out in a case that involves Eastern Block women being traded for the sex trade, and even acquires an assistant at the end. The whole thing grips and won't let go.
What also works is the characterisation: Carey brings his characters to life, they're not the two dimensional figures one so often gets.
I'm very happy to have met the author the evening before last and been persuaded to buy this. I'm going to be buying more. Recommended.