The Tale of Two Somnambulist reviews

It's not unusual for Peggy Hailey and I to both like the same book. Hell, we did start this group together out of our love for similar types of books. What is unusual is for us to both write reviews of the same book. That was exactly the case with Jonathan Barnes' first novel The Somnambulist. There are even similarities between our reviews.
We both quoted the same brilliant passage from the first chapter.
This book has no literary merit whatsoever. It is a lurid piece of nonsense, convoluted, implausible, peopled by unconvincing characters, written in drearily pedestrian prose, frequently ridiculous and wilfully bizarre. Needless to say, I doubt you'll believe a word of it.And we both debunked the "pedestrian prose" pronouncement.
Peggy: The book delivers on everything that the opening paragraph promises (with the exception of "drearily pedestrian prose"): lurid, convoluted, implausible, frequently ridiculous, and willfully bizarre.
Me: The preamble is true but for the "pedestrian prose."
There are other similarities, like the weak ending and convoluted plot.
Peggy: Are the characters believable? No. Is the plot logical? No. Is the ending all wrapped up in a neat little package? Hell no. Does that matter? No. Can you stop reading it? No.
Me: Truly surprising plot twists and red herrings abound. Until the final act when the narrator cleverly reveals himself, the author presents one of the finest occult thrillers ever. After veering dangerously close to the absurd, the story ultimately concludes with a lyrically obtuse ending that creates confusion rather than clarity.
The bottom line is that we both loved the book.
Peggy: Somnambulist is a generous, sprawling, maddeningly convoluted story. It's also one that's not to be missed.
Me: Barnes crafts one of the finest first novels of the young century, creating an exciting, memorable book peopled with cultists, prostitutes, circus freaks, the undead, albinos, poets, time travelers, assassins, Lovecraftian creatures, and almost every Victorian-type nefarious nasty conceived.
In short, read it. Your only regret would be choosing not to.





















