Glorious fun for 100 pages, a parody mashup of Lovecraft and Fleming that had me at "the Deep Ones." But then... it keeps going. I liked the first in the series (The Atrocity Archives
) a bit more, the game there to tease out the underlying similarities of HPL and the other spy form of occult knowledge. But honestly even there I think I appreciated the wit, and the lovely post-novel essay untangling that notion, more than the novel. Here I feel the same: I'd love to buy the guy seven pints and listen to him riff, but the novel begins to feel like I've neglected to enjoy my pints while he quaffs his. . . .