I came to Peter Guttridge through his very, very funny Nick Madrid crime novels. But he threw in a suddenly serious chapter into Foiled Again. It worked tremendously well making the jokes either side somehow seem that much more pointed but it was also just completely engrossing. Since then I've wanted to see what he could do with a full-length, serious novel.
He hasn't ditched the jokes entirely, you suspect that wit is never far away and even the dedication is wry with a barbed undertow, but I was right to wait for it: City of Dreadful Night is absorbing, commanding, engrossing.
I'm not sure now that I realised it was the first of a trilogy. Now I've read it, that's excellent news: suddenly I'm back to waiting for the next Peter Guttridge novel.