«With its quaint dust jacket and Beardsely-inspired illustrations, the book feels like a visitor from a more elegant era; it has the smell of fin de siècle about it… [Lucifer Box] belongs to a lineage which stretches from Sherlock Holmes to the indestructible James Bond, via the queasy phantasmagoria of Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu stories… But Gatiss is more than a pasticheur; he has ambitions beyond literary ventriloquism. Midway through the story, Box is revealed to be bisexual, and we feel that this is a novel which Doyle, Stevenson, and Rider Haggard would not have been allowed to write. Giddily inventive and packed with delirious incident, it suggests a postmodern project comparable to Michael Faber’s
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«It’s Gatiss’s impeccable lightness of touch and huge delight in wordplay that makes this a joy. Studded with epigrams, asides, such wonderful names as Strangeways Pugg and Everard Supple, this is a wickedly written romp to put a smile on the face of anyone amused by the strange alchemy of the words a peculiar horror of artichokes. »
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«Plenty of sly comic detail (Box lives at Number 9 Downing Street „because someone has to“) and a surrealist narrative that fans of
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«In the appallingly appealing Lucifer Box, Mark Gatiss has created an antihero for the ages. Watching the number of chapters, then pages, dwindle, was heartrending. No one has ever combined the seedy, the stylish, the rumbustious, the raffish, the egregious, the outrageous, the high, and the low with such wit and grace. »