Last year, Strange Practice, the first in this ongoing series, was one of my unexpected delights, so much so that it was one of my 'favourite five' Fantasy novels of the year. It shouldn’t be a surprise then that I was really looking forward to this one.
Dreadful Company begins pretty much where we left things at the end of Strange Practice. If you remember, Dr. Greta van Helsing, daughter of the more-famous van Helsing, is a physician to those who live in the shadows. As part of her work she encounters and helps many who need her unusual treatments – vampires, ghosts and the like.
Here we begin with Greta at a hotel in Paris for a medical conference, with her vampire friend Edmund Ruthven. Expecting to do little more than deliver a lecture on zombie reconstructive surgery, instead Greta and Edmund find that Paris is in thrall to an evil nest of feral vampires in the dead catacombs underneath Paris, from which the story develops.
Vivian manages to develop the characters we’ve already met. From the first chapter, Greta is again shown to be a caring person, whose job is unusual enough to make her encounters of great interest to the reader. Whether it is tissue regeneration in revenants, zombie reconstruction or helping vampires adjust to their change in circumstances, the sense that things are better for Greta being there shines throughout the narrative.
Of course, she is not alone. Edmund is his usual paternal self, though he gets a chance to show how bad he can be, should the situation arise. Family friend and godfather Fastitocalon is back, healthier than before, and now doing the Devil’s work for him. Francis Varney (the vampire, yes – but, as has been said before, nothing like the caricature presented in James Rymer & Thomas Prest’s book) is as complex as he was before, and coincidentally Greta’s love interest.
As well as the ones we know, there are other characters that are new. I loved Gervase Brightside and Crepusculus Dammerung, two remedial psychopomps whose prime purpose is to help lost souls pass over. They’re a kinder, gentler, nicer version of Neil Gaiman’s Croup & Vandemar, whose respectful banter reflects their long-time friendship doing a difficult job. They are immediately likeable, and possibly worthy of a series of their own.
Much of the entertainment of the novel is not just about the characters, but also the unusual creatures Greta administers care to. Here we meet the rather mouldy European wellmonsters (different to the New World species!), who sit in the bottom of your bathroom basins and look after jewellery, and the faceless, longhaired tricherpetons, who seem to just hug people.
As with Strange Practice, it’s clear that Vivian has fun with referencing other work. In addition to the obvious Dracula, and the already-mentioned Varney the Vampyre, it should perhaps not be a surprise to find that there’s Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera and Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables in the mix as well, and some nods to other genre culture - Guy Endore’s Werewolf of Paris and M.R. James’ Whistle and I’ll Come to You, for example. Oh, and Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner. You don’t have to know these other works to enjoy this book, but those who do will appreciate the effort made.
Of the minor niggles, there is much that is similar to Strange Practice – even Greta groans at finding herself stumbling around passageways in the dark again – but it is done with humour and a knowing nod at the implausibility of it all.
The villains are a tad pantomime-like, but at the same time there’s a sadness around these characters that make them more than the usual archetype. As much as the bad-guys-and-gals want to belong to vampire society, it is clear pretty early on that they don’t belong and their consequent demise (do you really expect anything else?) is justifiable.
Reading this book from the start is rather like the administration of a medical cure of its own. It is so refreshing and pleasant, though not sickly so. I find that it is rare these days for a seasoned old cynic like myself to find a book that just feels like a huge warm hug, that makes you so pleased to be reading it that you are sorry to see it finish. And yet, the Greta van Helsing series so far is just that: books full of warmth, with characters that you love and weird creatures that you get to love. And this one also has Paris. It’s almost enough to melt the heart of a jaded reviewer…
In summary, reading Dreadful Company is like spending time with old friends – far from “Dreadful”, in fact. I absolutely loved it – I think that this is my favourite Urban Fantasy series since I first discovered The Dresden Files. Read the first book if you haven’t already – but I’m sure that you will want to read this one straightaway afterwards if you can. Dreadful Company is a triumph.