What do King Arthur, H. G. Wells, and the lost city of Atlantis have in common?
Cool factor, and K. W. Jeter.
It’s rather appropriate to write about the steampunk novel written by the man that invented the term “steampunk”. It was given to me as a gift by a friend who apologised profusely for how rubbish it was. Given that hearty recommendation, it took me some months to read – and, since my overwhelming impression was, “Hey, it’s really not that bad” it took me almost as long to get around to writing this review.
As you may have guessed from the beginning of this blog entry, the book doesn’t really make sense – but it doesn’t matter. I suspect this means we have Jeter to thank for all the wild steampunk romps from the 1980s to today. It doesn’t get caught up in showing off how much the author researched Victorian London, and it doesn’t get bogged down in an overly complicated plot (overly ludicrous is different). So. I more or less enjoyed it. It didn’t rock my world, but it wasn’t difficult to get through either. It certainly belongs in my steampunk collection, and I’m grateful for my peculiar friend for giving it to me.