The Express Diaries by Nick Marsh
EUROPE, 1925. The continent still licks its wounds from the devastating war that raged across it a few years before. Meanwhile, in London, an ageing professor has uncovered the clues to the whereabouts of pieces of an ancient statue, all but forgotten by history. When his investigations lead him to fear for his life, he enlists the aid of an unlikely group of allies; a retired colonel, a secretive academic, a magician’s wife, and a Yorkshire matriarch with her reluctant assistant. Together they will journey across Europe to recover the long-lost statue. They will travel in style, on the most luxurious train the world has ever seen. Unbeknownst to them, however, their activities have already attracted the attention of a sinister cult, desperate to acquire the artefact for their own dark purposes, and now a terrible creature, trapped for centuries, senses that the opportunity for revenge has come at last . . .
The Sedefkar Simulacrum has been found, an ancient artefact broken into pieces and spread throughout Europe. A group of friends find themselves thrust into an urgent race across a continent in order to collect the pieces before other; more nefarious individuals can lay their hands on them for their own devious means. What follows are the collected diaries of the friends as they travel across Europe and face off against various groups of conspiring evil during the winter of 1925.
First and foremost, I was furnished with a hardback copy of this book, which is almost as beautiful as the story itself. Nick Marsh has gone through some trouble to bring this labour of love to the world as it’s meticulously researched and adorned with many fantastical illustrations giving the journey undertaken a further dimension away from the page.
What starts as slightly murderous, though jolly romp in search of long lost artefacts, soon turns red with blood as the bodies pile up along the tracks. Despite being an entirely serious and accomplished novel, Marsh manages humour in the grimmest of circumstances and catches the parlance of the times as if he were there in the roaring twenties. It charges full steam ahead into clouds of blood and intrigue, taking no prisoners aboard, and leaving a trail of death in its wake. As the action flicks from the different viewpoints of the various characters and articles of media, the story is constantly refreshed throughout. With a pace that Hollywood would be envious of, I couldn’t find any faults throughout the entirety of the story.
I’ve never really read anything Lovecraftian before this, so I was expecting tentacles and dark ones within, but I was surprised to find an intriguing mystery set upon the Orient Express that charges along with a mixed bag of characters like “Indiana Jones and the Skin Thieves”, in which every character we meet brings something to proceedings instead of just being murder fodder. When characters die, you will miss them. The main group of characters are witty and not without their faults. Marsh slips them into history with ease making their adventure all the more real. In particular Colonel Neville Goodenough despite his age is a likable and rufty tufty, though slightly cantankerous adventurer. Betty Sunderland, the matriarch of the group brings a mischievous Miss Marple air to proceedings, her diaries helping to ground the story as we barrel along at breakneck speed.
If you like your horror a little more classy, or perhaps you’re a fan of everything and anything Lovecraft, period horror such as Dracula or H. G. Wells (or even a good mystery romp like Agatha Christie), I urge you to buy the ticket and take the ride on The Express Diaries. Thoroughly recommended.
5/5