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[flemmings]

So Ben Aaronovitch mentions the Happy Beaver (ie Felix Castor) novels as works that did not, in fact, influence Rivers of London. Hm, said I, exorcist in London Town, sounds good. Biked to the irritating Sanderson library down Bathurst (irritating because it sits on a very large corner lot and its front entrance is both cunningly hidden and quite unmarked, so one tramps a fair ways in blistering sun trying to find it) and got vol 3, the only thing available at any nearby library. Read some in UofT's Starbux, then went to Bakka and got vol 1. Not that it's as riveting as Rivers or Angels at first glance, but it seems to be set in the same universe more or less and I think will repay investigation.

Then, because I am nothing if not perverse, went on reading The Paths of the Dead. Heat should break some time tomorrow and I too shall break out of the paths of least resistance reading.

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[incandescens]

Just to note that Whispers Underground is in the post and heading your way. :)

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I look forward to its arrival.

[chomiji]

Just poked back through your posts here because rachelmanija just blogged Midnight Riot and someone mentioned Felix Castor in the comments. It occurred to me you must have mentioned the series, and lo and behold ... of course, I still haven't started any of the books I got for the holidays so why I'm looking for something else to read, I don't know!

XD

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Felix Castor is something of an acquired taste, I think. Not as yucky as Sarah Pinborough but far darker than Aaronovitch. Griffin with really unlikable protagonists and boring magic (http://flemmings.livejournal.com/507985.html#comments), is how I recall them. Mind, anything I read in summer heat is likely to stay with me as nightmarish.