I had great hopes for this novel, having thoroughly enjoyed Baker's first 'Blackwood and Harrington' novel.
The Martian Ambassador is a standard Steampunk mystery with enough tweaks to remain interesting. It is comfortably familiar yet fresh. This second instalment promised the same shenanigans but this time on a steampunked London Underground - what's not to like? Sadly though, Baker failed to deliver on his promise. Instead he cranked the weird lever to full, but forget to inject any plot or characterisation.
The story is straightforward. A giant creature from another dimension is coming to Earth and it's going to absorb everyone. Oh yes, and it's mind bogglingly scary. No, it is! It's so scary it will unhinge your mind. There is no way you can comprehend how scary it is, without going insane. It's from another dimension, you see, and indescribable; you just can't describe how terrifying it is... And so it goes on. Such is Baker's insistence that his creation is terrifying, it becomes anything but. Blackwood and Harrington have to save the world from this unspeakable horror - and maybe they do...
FFTS is apparently based on some short stories by Robert W Chambers, a forerunner to Lovecraft. I've never been a fan of HP's particular brand of sauce, so perhaps I was never going to like this book. Pandimensional sci-fi just isn't my thing. 'The Martian Ambassador' worked so well, because though Baker has created an alternate world, much of the novel is rooted in reality. The central mystery took place in a well-defined area that the reader could identify with. In FFTS we are dealing with a creature on the far-side of the universe, that came from another universe, that exists in a dimension we can't possibly imagine (whatever that means). I just understood all this to mean that there were tentacles involved.
I have a suspicion, (though absolutely no evidence to back it up) that this an early novel, dusted off and hastily altered after the relative success of 'TMA'. The two novels are very different, and Blackwood and Harrington feel bolted on and very flat. Baker's prose is leaden compared to his first book. Sentence after sentence read like this '...a vast, amorphous mass which flapped and writhed hideously, like the gelatinous denizens which pulsated in the gelid darkness of Earth's deepest oceans.' It becomes extremely tiresome, and not remotely scary or exciting.
Much like its scary monster, FFTS is a flabby mess, with little to recommend it. This is a great shame, after such a promising debut. I sincerely hope this is a blip, and the promised third novel is a return to form. If not I shall be condemning Blackwood and Harrington to the Aether.