Whether your tipple is Harry Potter magicke and Game of Thrones smackdowns or your quaff of choice runs more to a steampunk-gothic cocktail of scientific Jules Verneian verisimilitude, you’ll find much to enjoy in this debut novel of a trio of unlikely human and mechanical anti-heroes who find themselves suddenly thrown together on a common quest to rid the world of evil; each seeking (and maybe even finding) his own individual redemption along the way.
BUT, you don't have to be a genre fan at all to appreciate Fallon O’Niell’s cinematic story-telling in Geist Prelude – He engages you from the get-go, introducing you to a slew of quirky characters who wend their way in a weirdly limned, vividly evocative Tim Burton-meets-Charles Addams-meets Hieronymus Bosch world that's so easily conjured in your mind's eye, the scenes could be lifted right off the page and incarnated as a graphic novel, podcast or film.
True, you'll enjoy this quest story simple of itself, but the more you ARE steeped in different literary genres, films, music and the arts in general, the more you'll revel in the artistic homages O'Neill liberally laces into the story. I imbibed Geist twice to write this and found it readily yielded unexpected new allusive pleasures I'd missed the first time around midst the author's Dickensian delight in onomatopoeic sibilant alliterative word play.
And the synergies between O'Neill's detailed world and say, films like Kurt Wimmer's “Equilibrium,” Michael Radford's “1984,” Spielberg's “Minority Report,” Truffault's “Fahrenheit 451,” Orson Welles' “The Trial,” et. al., to name just a few! What an eclectic education this young polymath from California must've had to write such wondrous strange stuff!
We open in the present day waking world of a boring math class with dweeby, geeky oddball Victor, a fellow who, at first, you don’t find at all sympathetic. While reading a well worn volume of Dante and ignoring the droning teacher, the hapless Victor is discombobulated and tongue tied by the loin-stirring goth girl sitting behind him, one Beatrice -- Aha! The hint of SEX and romance is in the offing? And even betwixt some very sentient droids we soon will meet? You betcha.
After a post beer-and-artisan-cheese induced stupor chez his favorite pub, Victor finds himself precariously clinging to Beatrice from behind, as she madly but expertly tools her ample hog along the highway at a brisk 85 mph. A crash. The two potential trysters fly through the air de-paired and, along with Victor's perennial third wheel wingman in the sidecar, Charles, are thrown into the sunless iron-domed realm of Holy Gothica, circa 1884, at least by Imperial time reckoning.
Definitely not Kansas anymore, Victor swiftly observes. Surprisingly, Victor grows on you. So do his off-putting hostile hosts, Thaddeus and Leng, Holy inquisitors and priestly guardians of Gothica who seek Victor out under orders to take him in tow, certainly as a person of interest, if not outright enemy of the state.
I finished this first of the trilogy and wanted MORE -- Just as Dickens does in his cliffhangers in the monthly installments of his novels, O'Neill leaves you clamoring for what's next -- We NEED to know what will become of our reluctant hero and his guardians, their friends and nemeses, and the way off-kilter Dr.Caligarian Holy Gothica, let alone its treacherous (or is she?) empress.