To begin with, let me say that this is the best book you'll ever read that's narrated by Jack the Ripper's dog. If that idea puts you off and makes you doubt that this is your kind of book, I'd say you're wrong.
The dog's name is Snuff, and the story he tells has to do with the Great Game that is played during the month leading up to Halloween in those years when there's a full moon on that date. That's when the Great Old Ones of Lovecraftian lore make their attempt to enter a gateway into our world. There are two groups of players, the Openers and the Closers. Jack has played before, but it appears that none of the others in this game have. So far, the Closers have always won, but it's often a tight race. The players this time consist of Jack the Ripper, the Universal monsters (I know they didn't originate with Universal, but their characters in this book come from the movies, not the original sources), a Mad Monk, a witch, a Druid, a clergyman, and a couple of others. Sherlock Holmes and Watson are also important characters, and all the players have familiars, of which Snuff is one. The familiars are excellent characters, too, especially Graymalk, the cat, whose relationship with Snuff is one of the book's highlights.
The Game has rules, but sometimes they get violated, and it's fairly complicated. I'm a little surprised nobody's developed it as an actual game to be played by gaming fans. I'm sure it could be done.
A Night in the Lonesome October is stylish, poetic, at times hilarious, suspenseful, and just a whole lot of fun. And did I mention the Gahan Wilson illustrations? No? Well, there's one for each night of the month, with maybe a couple of extras. Great stuff. If you're looking for a treat, don't wait until next year to read this one.
