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National bestselling author Charles Stross brings back Bob Howard-"a British super spy with a long-term girlfriend, no fashion sense, and an aversion to martinis" (San Francisco Chronicle)
Bob Howard is taking a much needed break from the field to catch up on his filing in The Laundry's archives when a top secret dossier known as The Fuller Memorandum vanishes-along with his boss, who the agency's executives believe stole the file.
Determined to discover exactly what the memorandum contained, Bob runs afoul of Russian agents, ancient demons, and the apostles of a hideous faith, who have plans to raise a very unpleasant undead entity known as the Eater of Souls...
Stross's third Laundry novel (after 2006's The Jennifer Morgue) continues to describe the Kafkaesque absurdity of government bureaucracies, but the tone turns dark when series hero Bob Howard accidentally kills a civilian during a routine exorcism. Bob soon discovers that there's a mole loose in the Laundry, the ultrasecret British intelligence service that deals with the implications of magic being a branch of pure mathematics. At issue is a memo by the Laundry's founder that relates to something called the Eater of Souls. The only person who knows anything about this is Bob's enigmatic boss, Angleton, but when he inexplicably vanishes, Bob and his wife and fellow agent, Maureen, are left on their own to stop CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN: the end of the world. The satisfying ending should appeal to fans of gory horror while making them question the definition of humanity.
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Quite possibly the finest novel in Stross' series of books about Bob Howard and the Laundry.
Titles? Superfluous. Read the review, you nincompoop.
An examplary trifecta of the elements of quality storytelling: well-tempered comedic leanings, engaging pan-dimensional character-craft, and a strikingly appropriate suffusion of surprise and misdirection to keep you on your toes, yet allow you to remain grounded.
In the post-mortem to one of his short stories, Stross comments on the supreme difficulty of spinning quality comedy on the level of Wodehouse; however, though Charlie might insist upon denying the possibility of such, I consider this work to display at least as masterful command of the genre as that giant’s own (albeit in a wildly different vein or flavour, I suppose…)
Altogether Stross’s best work yet, and among such legendary deep-future masterpieces as Accellerando and some selections from Wireless… I hardly apply that title lightly.