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Dec 5 2012 4:00pm

Oi, Witch! You’re Nicked: London Falling by Paul Cornell

Oi, witch! You’re nicked! A review of London Falling by Paul Cornell

Time is running out for undercover coppers Tony Costain and Kevin Sefton in Paul Cornell's new novel London Falling. For years they’ve been working on exposing Rob Toshack for the kingpin of crime he undoubtedly is, but now that they’ve infiltrated the upper echelons of his organisation, the powers that be declare an imminent deadline: come hell or high water, they’re to take him at midnight tonight. But to date, their target’s been smart. The Met, for all their efforts, still don’t have anything solid to hold him on.

What a stroke of luck, then, that Toshack appears to be as desperate as our listless lot. As the witching hour approaches, he goes from door to door, robbing and ransacking with nary a care; searching, seemingly, for some way out of a situation that he shouldn’t know word one about. When he comes up with nothing, he’s nicked—alongside most of his enforcers.

Detective Inspector James Quill knows that the charges probably won’t stick, but he has at Toshack in the interview room in any event, giving it his exhausted all. Shortly, to the shock and horror of all involved, their prime suspect is in the middle of confessing to everything... when he goes and explodes!

[Quill] fell with the force of it, hit the desk and then fell. Great gouts of blood, far too much, flew around him, covering the furniture, the tape recorder, the room, as if a bucket of it had been thrown over him. Quill managed to heave himself upright, and found blood still showering like rain. He was covered in it. So was the brief, who was yelling hysterically. Toshack [...] was just a mass of blood which had come from that mouth, that had burst from him, from his lolling dead head.

In the aftermath of this horrific incident, a small but perfectly formed unit of coppers is formed from the embers of Operation Longfellow. Quill, Costain and Sefton are all enlisted, whatever their differences, as is Lisa Ross, an outside intelligence analyst with inside ties to the Toshack family. With the clock ticking, their continuing mission: to investigate the impossible, explain the inexplicable—beginning with the spontaneous combustion of public enemy number one—and arrest the offending entities, be they beholden to Her Majesty’s laws of conduct or not.

Given that this is an urban fantasy novel, albeit in crime fiction’s clothing, I warrant they won’t be.

Having worked steadily in a spread of literary industries since winning a young writer’s competition in 1990, Paul Cornell is the sort of author whose name you don’t know that you know. If that’s the case, be warned you will after this. Currently, he scripts Demon Knights for DC’s New 52, Saucer Country for Vertigo, and his new Wolverine series is forthcoming from Marvel as part of the NOW! initiative. In the intervening years, Cornell has had a baker’s dozen of Doctor Who novels published, two non tie-ins entitled British Summertime and Something More, meanwhile he’s composed countless teleplays for UK mainstays such as Casualty, Coronation Street, and of course the Time Lord’s own show.

Oi, witch! You’re nicked! A review of London Falling by Paul Cornell

For all that, though, London Falling—and the sequels sure to succeed it in time—may be where Cornell makes his most lasting mark. He’s described it himself as “The Bill do Buffy,” and this is a remarkably apt reference point, though it may take a little explaining. Gone but not forgotten, The Bill was a British soap-opera-come-police-procedural, as interested in the highs and lows of the lives of its characters as the crimes they quashed each episode; not dissimilar to Cornell’s new novel. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, meanwhile, was all charm and banter, by way of weekly monsters and overarching big bads. Excepting the inimitable Whedonesque wit, London Falling can count all of the above amongst its eventual strengths.

Pity, then, that it begins so nondescriptly, with the lastmost morsels of another novel’s plot—or so it seems—and a cast of coppers so caught up in the crush to catch Toshack that they come across as caricatures: there’s the possibly corrupt undercover, the know-it-all new blood, and the no-nonsense boss who’s lost faith in the former. Only Lisa Ross, the obsessive analyst with a tragic past, reads as real from the first. The others take too long to develop beyond simple sketches, and though in the fullness of time their credibility increases, London Falling is something of a slog in the interim, particularly considering the author’s jocular verbosity.

A couple of hours into the novel, however, in the home of the wickedest witch there ever was in West Ham, everything changes. Our foursome become cursed with a sort of second sight which allows them to glimpse stark darkness gathering in a world under even London’s underworld. As Ross reports:

She had felt joys among the fears, even, but it had been mostly fear. There had been motion between the trees of Hyde Park, and strange lights manifesting, in colours she wasn’t able to put a name to. Things moved between the trees faster than was possible. There had been unexpected structures in silhouette. Shadows lurking under shadows.

From here on out, London Falling is suddenly alive with excitement. Once our officers have come to terms with their hellish new perspectives, they see Mora Losley for what she is—as do we—and their pursuit of her, under the umbrella of Operation Toto, is singularly gripping. Hereafter the sense of tension that had previously peppered the procedure spreads like an infection. There are some truly gruesome moments in the offing, and when Cornell hits home with a harrowing twist involving Quill, the stakes finally feel meaningful.

To wit,this manic middle section gives way to such a darkly fantastic last act that giving London Falling’s over-burdened opening a free pass seems a small price to pay. I only wish I could talk more about it, but to do so would be to give the entire affair away. Rather rest assured that at the end of the day, it’s a beautiful game, as they say, and alongside the fans of crime and urban fantasy fiction London Falling stands to attract—for all the right reasons, for once—soccer supporters will also be in their element.

Especially for the latter lot, then: though Paul Cornell fumbles his first touch of the football in altogether too long, in a terrific turn of events, he finds his feet... he shoots... he scores!

And the crowd goes wild.


Niall Alexander is an erstwhile English teacher who reads and writes about all things weird and wonderful for The Speculative Scotsman, Strange Horizons and Tor.com. Sometimes he tweets about books, too.

6 comments
Nicholas Winter
1. Nicholas Winter
May I note that this book is not out 'til Spring of next year in the US? It's already been published in the UK and it's quite superb You Yanks will just have to wait for your reading treat to come out!
Alex L
2. Quercus
How does it compare to Ben Aaronovitch's Rivers of London series, with its Met-Police-Supernatural-Procedural theme?
Niall Alexander
3. niallalot
@Quercus

The comparison to Ben's books is an especially apt one, though those are markedly more whimsical than this; London Falling is lots of fun, but it takes itself very seriously indeed. Depending on what you want from a novel, your mileage may vary, but I'd have a hard time picking one series over the other.
Alex L
5. Quercus
@niallot: having bought and read London Falling, describing it as less whimsical than Rivers of London et seq is a slight understatement! Bleak, brutal, the city itself as a possibly malign entity...

In the midst of the overt horror, the most brilliant terrifying part is one of the characters looking around their own house, slightly puzzled .

It'll be interesting to see where the sequel goes, given the nature of a couple of the hooks.
Sara H
6. LadyBelaine
I just finished this book and it was slow at first, but man, did that turn into a gripping, terrifying, exciting ride. I will happily push this on all my friends!
Steven Halter
7. stevenhalter
Yes, this was quite good. It was a slow burn to sizzle. The ending sets up intriguing possibilites.

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