It is a special thing when one's perceived bond with a specific author moves from simple enjoyment and admiration to the even deeper level of trust. Such is my relationship with writer Jeri Westerson. I am a long-time avid fan of her Crispin Guest Medieval Noir Mysteries and anxiously await each new book in that series. In the past two years, however, Ms. Westerson has continued to expand her oeuvre, creating her own own signature hybrids of genres and styles. It is an act of faith and trust on the part of a hard-core mystery reader to engage in her forays into such mixed media as her romantic paranormal series (Booke of the Hidden) and more recently, her steam-punk pastiche The Daemon Device. Fortunately, Westerson repays the reader's trust with a spirited romp that manages to explore a whole new and fascinating imaginary world while keeping one foot firmly planted in the intriguing characters, detailed description and well-paced storytelling which characterizes her previous writing.
For myself, my previous exposure to the often brilliant but equally often banal world of steampunk has been somewhat limited, although I have fond memories of William Gibson's The Difference Engine, read in a Science Fiction course many years ago. Westerson jumps into the alternative Victorian world of steampunk with as much dexterity as she guided us through Crispin Guest's medieval London.
We are following (sometimes at breakneck speed) stage magician and Jewish-Romani descendant Leopold Kazsmer, as he explores and fights against a dark Victorian plot to unleash creatures from the nether regions in the service of a prot0-nazi who's not afraid to co-opt the paranormal for his own ends. Along the way Leopold accumulates a simply wonderful weird and quirky group of allies. I sense that Westerson had real fun being freed from the constraints of writing "realistic" mysteries and decided to swing for the fence.
I know that beyond a superficial comparison, this book is far away from the Wizard of Oz, but the more I read of Leopold's irregular team making their way through the London Westerson creates, the resonances are as strong to me from Frank L. Baum as from William Gibson. Leopold has a bonafide Jewish Daemon, a recently-dead policeman friend now in the form of a ghost, a tarot-card reading mechanical man and a mysterious Asian Woman. Each character is so wonderfully unbelievable and over the top that the reader has no choice but to sit back, go with the flow and enjoy the ride.
And a great ride it is. Our trip takes us through the world of a Victorian England of steam power and airships, with detours through gaslit theatres, Gypsy camps, secret demonic workshops and the underworld itself. The pace is often frenetic, the characters develop quickly and as a reader, you want to pay attention or you'll find yourself re-reading passages for details you glossed over. The plot seems a bit secondary to the overall reading experience, which offers such a rich broth of character and imagination. This almost reads like a story being told around some bonfire under some London bridge. I postulate that this is due partially to Westerson's approach to the paranormal, which I think I've noticed before in her books. As an author, her approach to the supernatural is closer to that of a magic realist than a fantasy writer. Things appear, change and disappear in such a matter of fact manner (albeit with keen and detailed description) that the reader, like the narrator and the other characters, has little choice but accept it and move on. For example, the whole arrival of Special Inspector Mingli Zhao, as deftly written as it is implausible, is ultimately just accepted as a force of nature by the reader, the protagonist and Scotland Yard as a whole.
The book's frantic pace does make one a bit sad at the end, like a rollercoaster on which one would have liked one more curve or drop, but like a good carnival ride, The Daemon Device leaves one slightly giddy, satisfied, yet knowing on one level one has not been given the whole goods. It's what makes one want to buy the ticket again.