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Автор Марк Гэтисс

«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 The Crimson Petal and the White. »

— The Times Literary Supplement (London)

«Gatiss mixes in The League of Gentlemen’s penchant for horror with large doses of arch wit and louche laying about. It’s Oscar Wilde crossed with H. P. Lovecraft… this could be the bit of fluff you’ve been looking for. »

— The Telegraph (London)

«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. »

— SFX magazine (U. K. )

«Plenty of sly comic detail (Box lives at Number 9 Downing Street „because someone has to“) and a surrealist narrative that fans of The League of Gentlemen will recognize…kidnapped scientists, poisonous centipedes, foggy chases through London by hackney cab, and a fiendish volcano-based conspiracy that provides the big SFX climax.

It’s all great fun. »

— Time Out (London)

— Image magazine (U. K. )

«Self-deprecatingly subtitled A Bit of Fluff… Gatiss’s prose is upholstered in a rather superior grade of fluff: redolent of soft leather chairs in fine gentlemen’s establishments, and the cracking of whips in the basements beneath them… Set amid the decadent fleshpots of the Edwardian demimonde, the novel introduces the raffish toast of London society, Lucifer Box, leading portraitist of the age and undercover agent on behalf of His Majesty’s government… Box works his way dandyishly through a sequence of adventures which leads him to penetrate a secret Neapolitan crime ring, plus the willing rings of several secretive Neapolitans… perniciously addictive piece of escapism. »

— The Guardian (London)

— Heat magazine (U. K. )

«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. »