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There are all kinds of products. The good ones. The bad ones. The ones that stay in the garage mouldering for years until your garden gnome makes a home out of them. Most are harmless if handled properly, even if they do contain traces of peanuts. But some are not. Not the ones that contain traces of magic. Chris Popham wasn't paying enough attention when he talked to his SatNav. Sure, she gave him directions, never backtalked him, and always led him to his next spot on the map with perfect accuracy. She was the best thing in his life. So was it really his fault that he didn't start paying attention when she talked to him? In his defence, that was her job. But when 'Take the next right' turned into 'Excuse me,' that was when the real trouble started. Because sometimes a SatNav isn't a SatNav. Sometimes it's an imprisoned soul trapped inside a metal box that will do anything it can to get free. And some products you just can't return.… (more)
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If you liked his more recent work, it's a fair bet that you'll like this - particularly since Holt has yet again inserted several of his previous jokes and characters.
My real beef with what Holt is doing nowadays is that there are already plenty of far less capable writers churning out this kind of stuff. He can do - has done - so much better. I'd happily have sacrificed his work from The Portable Door onwards - possibly even further back - for him to have written just one more of his Lucia books.
There are some interesting ideas in the book (dried water, portable parking-spaces, how fey and demons work), but I felt like they were a bit neglected (particularly dried water, which is a massive smoking Chekhov's Gun that doesn't remotely pay off the anticipation, in fact the meagre bit you do get is rushed and doesn't really explain itself). This was mostly because Holt took the book in the same JWW direction that has already lost my interest: dreams, alternate realities and iterative time travel. One consequence is that it's impossible to puzzle out the plot yourself, so you're reduced to accepting developments as they come, and when they do they tend to feel pretty arbitrary. "Oh, look, he's ended up in another reality again, or possibly back in time, or maybe it's a dream, unless that previous bit was the dream... " A couple of other baffling things are explained away briefly in exposition at the end and that's really all you get.
I just felt like this was a bit uninspired. Couple who don't really get on, check. Multiple layers of time-travel and reality-hopping, check. Dissatisfied, unsuccessful male protagonist tossed about by Fate and only occasionally finding the energy to fight back, check. Mysterious manipulative women with hidden agendas, check. People deceiving each other and not even understanding why, only to work it out at the end when the convoluted exposition occurs, check. Deux ex machinesque ending, check. There were some fun touches, don't get me wrong. I do not hate this book. It's a reasonable read, has some keenly-observed sections and ideas, and some very funny moments. If you're going on a long journey, there's no harm in picking it up at the station or airport - but expect to drop it off at a charity shop at the other end, rather than read it again.
She laughed. 'Some of them are bit like that,' she sort-of-whispered back, 'they've got copies of the Observer Book of British Demons that they carry with them wherever they go, and whenever they come across a grade or
There is a link to "The Portable Door" and its sequels, as the protagonist of this book works for J. Wellington Wells, but Chris is a salesman who spends his time driving round the West Midlands selling magical goods such as dried water and portable folding parking to shopkeepers, and sees himself as being on the periphery of the magical world, although his girlfriend Karen works as a scryer and their old school-friend Jill is a senior member of staff in the government's demon control department.
Although Chris resents his boss asking him to take a work placement student called Angela with him on his rounds, he isn't expecting to come across a demon killing on Angela's first day. From then on things go from bad to worse, since as well as being targeted by demons, Chris is falling under the spell of his magical SatNav, which could have fatal results if he isn't careful.
I liked this almost as much as "The Portable Door", with only the rushed ending letting it down slightly.
Chris Popham is a salesman and takes his satnav for granted. Until she starts talking back, and his life starts to unravel. His products are magical and the demand is going down. His marriage is in trouble and
It's a whacky ride and I found it a great fun read.