Johannes Cabal the Necromancer by Jonathan L. Howard

 



Celebrate!

Oh, reader, if you are unacquainted with Johannes Cabal you are in for a distinctively scrumptious literary treat. Johannes Cabal the Necromancer is not only a consummate work of literature that will bring to mind such luminaries as Wilkie Collins, Hugh Walpole, Arthur Machen and M.R. James, but Jonathan L. Howard has created an unforgettable novel (and series) that's actually loads of fun. Be prepared to smile, chuckle or laugh-out-loud as you read each outrageous scene.

How does our Brit author do it? As a way of answering this question along with picking up (I hope) on the novel's elan, I'll employ the format of the novel's chapter titles, such as IN WHICH CABAL PRACTICES HIS MAP-READING AND MEETS AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE and IN WHICH CABAL APPLIES HIMSELF WITH MIXED RESULTS. Here goes:

IN WHICH THE AUTHOR CREATES AN UNFORGETTABLE MAIN CHARACTER
On the very first pages readers are introduced to Johannes Cabal by way of the necromancer performing a ritual to summon a demon. “He drew a deep breath and sighed, bored with the ritual.” The ritual works; Lucifuge Rofocale appears and the narrator describes the demon ending with “He had a fat anteater's tail, and a silly little Hercule Poirot moustache. As is often the case with demons, Lucifuge looked like an anatomical game of Consequences.”

With this short snip we're given an example of narrative voice: acerbic, condescending and laced with black humor, a voice sharing and reinforcing the world according to Johannes Cabal. Indeed, it is this double dose of Cabal that sets the tone and makes the novels and short-stories featuring the dashing necromancer so incredibly distinctive.

IN WHICH THE AUTHOR (WITH THE HELP OF SATAN) PLACES CABAL IN A QUIZZICAL QUAGMIRE
To gain the needed power as necromancer in order to overcome the phenomenon of death, Cabal sold his soul to Satan. However, there's a problem: not having a soul is preventing Cabal from conducting effective research. Thus the necromancer must go to hell to retrieve what he so desperately needs. Turns out, Satan is willing to strike a deal: he'll return Cabal's soul if within one year Cabal persuades a hundred men and women to sign over their souls to eternal damnation (forms provided; and the signatures don't even have to be in blood).

Ridiculous! And how exactly will Cabal go about securing those one hundred signatures? With a twist of sadistic gallows humor (after all, he is Satan), Cabal will be obliged to revive and operate a traveling carnival that he, Satan, provides - 'Brown's Carnival. Doctor Brown of World Renown.'

IN WHICH THE AUTHOR CREATES A UNIQUE SETTING AND OUTLANDISH CHARACTERS
Cabal inspects what he's been given: “It was the most astounding piece of engineering he thought he'd ever seen, and he'd seen a few. A massive locomotive that even here, dead and neglected, its firebox long cold, demanded and received unthinking respect.”

If you take to Steampunk, you're in luck - Jonathan L. Howard provides just enough 19th century retrosteam and just enough rustic England to ground his tale but, and here's the beauty, as readers we're provided space to engage our imagination to fill in the gaps. Same thing goes for Johannes' one year timeline/deadline.



When it comes to those beings charged to help run Cabal's carnival - what characters! To take one example: "The circling rag swept in and flew a complex weaving pattern over the surface of the body, and where it flew, clothing appeared. Like ghastly toast, the skull popped up from the neck and grinned maniacally in the way skulls do. Even when the skin wrapped over it, it continued to grin at Cabal with immodest glee."

So Bones came into the world and Bones confronts Cabal, "I could have been a fine-lookin' man, guy. Instead of which, I'm nothin' but a bag of bones." He fails to elicit Cabal's sympathy but quickly comprehends, as does everyone else, Johannes Cabal is a necromancer with brass balls wrapped in silk (my description - as a avid new fan, I simply can't help myself).

Lastly, there's one additional character who joins Johannes, a special someone who adds so, so much but I hesitate to be more specific - not for me to insert a spoiler into the author's comic yarn.

IN WHICH THE AUTHOR PUTS CABAL TO THE TEST
Having been on the receiving end of a diabolical spell, Cabal must deal with a garden world where time has stopped. How exactly Cabal solves the riddle to extract himself from this noxious predicament requires the necromancer to draw on all his faculties as acutely perceptive scientist. Most impressive, Cabal!

IN WHICH THE AUTHOR SHIFTS FROM THIRD TO FIRST
One chapter features Cabal's carnival from the point of view of Timothy Chambers, a schoolboy who writes a short essay about his weekend experience for his teacher, Miss Raine. You see, young Tim always wanted to be a space pilot and what happened to him at the carnival beginning with his encounter with a Mr. Bones brings a measure of alarm to Miss Raine; in point of fact, she judges the lad a potential serial killer, arsonist and cannibal. Really, Miss Raine? At a fun carnival? How can this be?

IN WHICH THE AUTHOR ADDS A HELPING OF MELODRAMA
Will Cabal actually hand over to Satan a pair of pure souls belonging to, in turn, a desperate young mother and a beautiful devoted daughter? Is Cabal capable of taking on the role of villain, becoming another Snidely Whiplash or Simon Legree? Or, will Johannes Cabal outwit even the king of the dark realm and have readers give him the ultimate high five? 

I urge you to read this outstanding novel to find out. If you're like me, you'll become a fan of the author and look forward to joining necromancer Cabal on his future adventures.



"Yes, I'm a necromancer, technically a necromancer. But I'm not one of those foolish people who take up residence in cemeteries so that they can raise an army of the dead. Have you ever seen an army of the dead? They're more expensive than a living one, and far less use. A shambles; they march ten miles and their legs fall off."


British author Jonathan L. Howard

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