author : Jasper Fforde

Detective Thursday Next is in SpecOps-27: Literary Detectives. She spends most of her days tracking down forged literary works with high street values, and playing with her pet dodo, Pickwick, hindered only by her rogue time-travelling father and his dislike of mauve. But there's a big case waiting for her. Minor characters from Dickens are disappearing from the novels and being found murdered. Then Jane Eyre is kidnapped, and the influential Brontë Federation are demanding action, wanting her return, despite the admittedly unsatisfactory ending of the book. Thursday knows who the kidnapper is, but the sinister Goliath Corporation, intent on prolonging the 130-year-long Crimean War, wants her off the case.

Then things start to get weird.

This glorious clever tale works on just about every level. The plot is (most definitely) novel, and intriguing. (It does help if you've read Jane Eyre, or are at least familiar with the main plot points. I'm sure there are lots of other references I didn't get, even so.) The characters are interesting and fun. (And the fact that the protagonist's name struck a faint resonance with John Verney's February and Friday Callendar books, only added to the levels for me, since I read and enjoyed those as a child decades ago.) It is laugh-out-loud funny in several places, like the surrealist riots, the menu at the grotty transport caff, and the staging of the Richard III play. And there are loads of wonderful running gags, like the dodos, and the authorship of Shakespeare's plays, and loads of superb one-liners, like the Henry Fielding fanatics swapping their collectors cards. There is a totally satisfactory conclusion of both the main plot, and of the Jane Eyre novel, with just the one tantilising time-jumping hook into a sequel.

If you're weird enough to be in SpecOps, this book is for you. Highly recommended.

The weird adventures of Detective Thursday Next continue. After dispatching the Super Villain Acheron Hades, foiling the sinister Goliath Corporation, and ending the Crimean War, Thursday is now enjoying her newly married life. But Goliath are not completely beaten, and they arrange to have her husband deleted from the time-stream, leaving her as the only one with any memory of his existence. Goliath inform her she must find a way to re-enter The Raven, without use of the Book Portal, to save him. Oh, and incidentally, the ChronoGuard have noticed that the planet will be turned into pink goo next week, but can't do anything about it because of industrial action. Fortunately, Great Expectation's Miss Havisham is on hand to help.

This is possibly even more brilliantly batty than the first book. The title alone is superb. The plot takes a couple of chapters to get going, and is rather more fragmented and complex than before (if that's possible), but all the wonderfully bizarre details are here, including the Croquet, the Book Sale Riots, the Cheese Tax, the Neanderthals, and the Mammoths. And what sometimes appear to be mere throwaway lines are occasionally linked together in the most surprising ways. A total joy to read.

There is some degree of closure by the end of the book, but a whopping great loose end leads in to the Next installment.

Thursday Next, SpecOps agent extraordinaire, pursued by the relentless Goliath Corporation, has taken refuge in Caversham Heights, an unpublished third-rate detective novel, so that she can have her baby in peace, before she attempts to be reunited with her non-existent husband. But, naturally, things don't go smoothly, and she soon finds herself battling a fictional conspiracy, whilst fighting a mindworm for her memories.

This third installment in the Thursday Next series I don't feel is as good as the previous two -- but that doesn't mean it's not very good! Part of the problem, I think, is that most of the action takes place in various fictional books, or the Well of Lost Plots itself, where really anything can happen (and does, frequently!), whereas the previous works took place in what must presumably be described as "the real world", so they had to be taken somewhat more seriously, adding to the overall weirdness of the effect.

Never mind. After a slightly slow start, the pace steps up, and Thursday Next is off on yet another bizarre adventure to save the world (this time of fiction) from a dreadful and unrecognised foe. The story is liberally sprinkled with the usual wittily hilarious scenes (probably the best of which the Wuthering Heights anger management therapy session), seemingly irrelevant at the time, but many of which turn out to be deadly important later. Not only are there the usual sly references to the classics, but this time I caught several SFnal references too.

A good conclusion to the "local plot", but none at all to the overall arc, leaving me again wanting more.

Thursday Next, head of Jurisfiction, is tired of the pressures of her job. She wants to go back to the real world, where things are more real, and campaign for the uneradication of her husband from the timeline. So she take indefinite leave, goes home with her son Friday, accompanied by Hamlet, who wants to see why he's thought to be a ditherer, and with a mandate to arrest and imprison the escaped fictional character Yorrick Kaine. There she discovers that Yorrick has become head of the Government and is trying to declare war on Denmark, Goliath are up to their old tricks, there's a surfeit of illegal Shakespeare clones, someone is trying to assassinate her, and if the hapless Swindon Mallets don't win the Croquet Superhoop next week, in less than three months the world will become a radioactive cinder.

So, just as she wanted, everything more real.

All the usual hilariously good stuff is here, from the artificially distressed dust-jacket to the end-plate adverts for toast and the Socialist Republic of Wales. Evading the Question Time is wonderful, as is Hamlet's constant dithering and introspection, President George Formby at the motorway service station gate to the underworld, lorem ipsum, the stalker's stalker, the Danish book burnings, Emperor Zhark's contractual appearances, and more. But as for the references to Swindon's bizarre magic roundabout -- well, that is actually real! I've driven round/over/through it myself.

Distressingly, there don't seem to be that many loose ends left. I sincerely hope that doesn't mean the end of the adventures of Thursday Next. But maybe Fforde is just messing with our minds yet more.

She's baaack!

After a short hiatus, we return to the world of Thursday Next, Spec Ops operative (retired), Jurisfiction operative (retired). Or maybe not.

As is usual, nothing is as it seems, and Thursday must battle the usual suspects: the sinister Goliath corporation, strange things happening in, with, and to fiction (including the loss of all the humour from the previously hilarious Thomas Hardy, and the premature death of Sherlock Holmes), the Stiltonista, two very different fictional versions of herself, and the imminent end of the world unless her layabout teenage son Friday can be persuaded to join the Chronoguard in order to save it.

As usual, things take a while to get going, as a bunch of seemingly random incidents gradually take on a grim importance. Things are still hysterically funny in places (as in the Bennets' reactions to Pride and Prejudice being turned into a reality game show, the Welsh cheese smugglers, the logistics of pianos in fiction, ...). But there are also some grim parts, such as Thursday's experiences as captain of the Moral Dilemma, and especially her new mindworm. All in all, this is another great instalment in the series -- with a whopping cliffhanger (and dreadful pun!) leading to a further adventure.

And all this in a copy of the book with an accidentally silent footnoterphone. (There is an upgrade available.) Additionally, the speling virus (or possibly the homonym bug) allowed "tow the line" and "a flare for [something or other]" to get through (although the latter manages to give a faint 1970s resonance to the phrase).

If you haven't read any of the earlier Thursday Next books, don't start with this one: you won't have a clue what's going on. I have read the earlier ones, and I still don't know what's going on! First Among Sequels ended with a whopping cliffhanger -- I can only suppose that it was resolved in the sadly now deleted Great Samuel Pepys Fiasco. Either that, or I've missed something completely.

Anyway, the Thursday Next in this book isn't the one in the previous books: it's the fictional written one, living in BookWorld. (The other one is of course not fictional, living in the real world, and only entering BookWorld to solve cases, chase baddies, hide from baddies, etc.) After the previous psychotic written Thursday was removed, the fictional books were toned down, at real Thursday's request, to remove all the sex and violence, and to feature a nicer, gentler version of herself. So the new written Thursday Next isn't nearly as interesting as the real one, and consequently the books aren't being read much. This is fortunate, as it gives her time to start investigating when a mysterious man on a bus tells her that the real Thursday is missing. And just when she was needed to stop a war on the borders of RacyNovel!

Typical mayhem ensues. It is peculiar, because at the beginning, the written Thursday really isn't as interesting as the real one, so finds it harder to carry the plot. However, she is ably helped by a cast of bizarre characters, including the written Pickwick, and the introduction of Sprockett the butler. But the pace soon picks up, and includes all those barmy details we know and love. Written Tuesday's jaunt to the real world is fun, as now we see "ourselves" from the PoV of a fictional character, who finds it hard to believe we have such little narrative thread in our lives.

Great stuff. But I would also like more of the real (IYSWIM) Thursday.

Detective Inspector Jack Spratt, Nursery Crimes Division, Reading, is having a bad day. The Three Pigs have just been acquited of murdering Mr "Big Bad" Wolff after a long and expensive trial, and his superiors are blaming him. His new case, investigating the death of Humperdinck Jehosaphat Aloysius Stuyvesant van Dumpty, found broken at the bottom of a high wall, isn't going well. The media's darling, DI Friedland Chymes, wants to take the case from him, he's not sure about the loyalty of his new Sergeant, DS Mary Mary, and he might have made a mistake in accepting too low a price of a few beans for his mother's Stubbs' cow painting. But at least he has a happy home life, with his new wife (his first having sadly died from an exceptionally unhealthy diet) and five children, even if his grown up quantum physicist daughter is dating a 4000 year of Greek Titan.

Yes, Jasper Fforde has done it again. We have moved from the surreal world of Spec ops Detective Thursday Next where literary characters pop up in reality, to the surreal world of the NCD, where nursery rhyme characters pop up in reality. The fun, of course, lies in trying to spot all the references, and marvelling at how seamlessly they are woven into the story. Nevertheless, this is a real detective story, full of subtle clues and red herrings, but with the added Fforde touch of cliches as hilarious plot devices.

The background world isn't quite as surreal as the Spec Ops one, because here the only (only?!) weirdness is the dead-pan existence of the nursery characters in reality -- nothing like the hundred year Crimean war, audience participation Richard III, or the cordon bleu transport caff -- except for the boring blue aliens, footcare products, and the Greek gods, of course. Hopefully there more is to come. I'm looking forward to the next installment! I may need to brush up on my nursery stories a bit though.

The psychopathic Gingerbreadman has escaped. This sounds like a job for Detective Inspector Jack Spratt and Sergeant Mary Mary of the Nursery Crimes Division. But due to the debacle over the Red Riding Hood affair, they are off the case. So instead, they investigate the disappearance of Goldilocks, a reporter investigating strange explosions who had visited a champion cucumber grower just before he was blown up. That all seems very straightforward, so why are National Security involved? And who's selling banned porridge to the bears? And why does Spratt keep running into the Gingerbreadman when no-one else can find him? And why is it vitally important whether he's a cake or a biscuit?

More wonderful lunacy, and a compelling page-turner. All the disparate plot threads are woven together in astonishing ways. Again, there is a real murder mystery to solve, although it's not as "straightforward" as the previous Humpty case. And it's all mixed up with the most delicious jokes, puns, and downright sheer cleverness. Marvellous.