Part magic-fantasy, part steam-punk, part surrealist comedy, Johannes Cabal is a fascinating protagonist, a most unusual hero, not in the least bit (or, in fact, in any way) admirable or worthy, lacking almost all redeeming human qualities bar a fast intelligence and a fine, biting, bitchy sarcastic wit, he is a man with `several faults, several of which were also capital crimes'.
In many ways, it's a very visual novel; Jonathan L Howard's day job as a game-designer is very much to the fore. At times, The Fear Institute reads like the script for a super-elaborate, fantastically detailed, heavily back-story'd game. I'm not much of a gamer myself and this was, for me, the least successful aspect of this novel, mainly serving to over-complicate an already pretty complex storyline. I found my mind wandering a little during these bits - then having to go back and re-read what I'd missed because the intricately-stitched plot requires that you Stay Awake! at all times.
The plot is the least of it, however; it's the language, the humour, that raises this novel above the norm. For example:
`We has deck quoits,' said the second merchant gleefully, the only phrase in human speech it knew.
`Done then!' roared the first adventurer, confident that good voice projection and a waxed chest would see him through every predicament...
`Presumably waste is thereby conducted to some distant place where raining excrement is not regarded as unusual. Like Tartarus,' he guessed. `Or Ipswich.'
This is the third part of a trilogy, but it doesn't seem to matter much if you haven't read the previous novels. There were only a few occasions when I realised something was being alluded to from previous books, but The Fear Institute can easily be read as a stand-alone; it did make me want to read parts 1 and 2.
In short, it's a fast-moving, twisty-turny, timey-wimey, complicated, terribly (literally!) entertaining read, surreal and dark and - best of all - unremittingly and brilliantly funny. From the foreword (forget the warning. Read the book. Go insane. See if I care) to the cliff-hanger end - which isn't really an end, but the beginning of another novel - I was gripped and thrilled and laughing out loud.