The Affinity Bridge (Newbury & Hobbes Investigation #1)

The Affinity Bridge (Newbury & Hobbes Investigation #1)

by George Mann

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ISBN-13: 9781429960090
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 05/06/2014
Series: Newbury & Hobbes Series , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 73,014
File size: 322 KB

About the Author

GEORGE MANN heads the editorial and production teams of two divisions of the UK-based Games Workshop: Solaris Books, a SF/Fantasy publisher, and Black Library, a publisher of game-related fiction. He is the editor of The Solaris Book of New Science Fiction anthology series and the author of a number of fiction and non-fiction books, including The Mammoth Encyclopedia of Science Fiction, The Human Abstract, and Time Hunter: The Severed Man.


GEORGE MANN is the author of the Newbury&Hobbes Investigations, beginning with The Affinity Bridge, and other works of fiction including Ghosts of Manhattan and official Doctor Who tie-in material. He edited the Solaris Book of New Science Fiction anthology series and The Mammoth Encyclopedia of Science Fiction.

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The Affinity Bridge

A Newbury & Hobbes Investigation


By George Mann

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2009 George Mann
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-6009-0


CHAPTER 1

LONDON, NOVEMBER 1901


The room was full of ghosts.

Or so Felicity Johnson would have had him believe. Sir Maurice Newbury, weary from a day spent scouring the dusty stacks of the British Library, drummed his fingers on the table with a quiet impatience. The dinner party was not working out at all as he'd anticipated.

Around him, the other guests sat in a wide circle, spaced evenly around a large round table, their faces glowing in the dim light of the gas-lamps. Overturned tumblers, tarot cards, holly leaves and other assorted paraphernalia littered the table-top, and their host, her shrill voice piercing in the otherwise silent room, was attempting to raise the dead.

Newbury, decidedly unimpressed by the charade, glanced at the other guests around the table. Their faces were difficult to read in the half-light, but many of them appeared captivated by the performance of the woman as she waved her arms about her, wailing, her eyes shut tight, her body tensed; possessed, apparently, by some kind of unearthly spirit. She was currently engaged in babbling something about Meredith York's dead brother, and the poor woman was entirely taken in, sobbing on her husband's arm as if she truly believed she were receiving messages from beyond the grave.

Newbury shot a look at the man seated beside him and shrugged. Sir Charles Bainbridge was a Chief Inspector at Scotland Yard, a favoured agent of Queen Victoria herself and one of the most rational men in Newbury's acquaintance. He didn't think for a minute that his old friend would be taken in by any of this nonsense. He was older than Newbury, about ten years his senior, and was greying slightly around the temples. His moustache was bushy and full, and his eyes were bright, shining with mischief and the glassy patina of alcohol. Acknowledging the pained expression on his friend's face, Bainbridge offered an amused smile, the flickering light casting his face in stark relief. Clearly, he was considerably more forgiving of the indulgences of their host. Newbury shook his head in exasperation.

A few moments later, Miss Johnson fell back into her chair with a gasp, her eyes suddenly flicking open, her hands raised to her mouth in affected shock. She turned to survey her guests. "Did I —?"

Meredith York nodded emphatically, and a moment later, when the gas-lamps were turned up and the room was once again cast in a warm orange glow, the small audience paid tribute to their host with a hearty round of applause. Newbury sat back in his chair, relieved that the spectacle was over. He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling a sense of lethargy creeping over him. The other guests were already deep in conversation as he surveyed the scene with the air of someone ready to take their leave. He didn't want to be drawn out on his opinions of the evening's pursuit, lest he inadvertently cause offence. He patted his friend on the arm.

"Charles?" The other man turned to meet his gaze. Newbury stifled a yawn. "My lodgings beckon me. I'm intent on taking a stroll. Would you care to join me?"

Bainbridge allowed himself a brief chuckle at the other man's expense. "That keen to get away, Newbury?" He shook his head in feigned disapproval, but his smile was barely concealed. "I had a feeling that you'd find this all rather objectionable. Come on, let's bid our friends good night and take our leave."

The two men stood together, and Felicity Johnson almost leapt out of her seat when she spotted them out of the corner of her eye. She briefly patted Meredith York on the back of the hand before turning to regard them. "Oh, gentlemen, must you go so soon?"

Newbury edged around the table and took her hand. "I am afraid that duty calls, my dear Miss Johnson. Both Charles and I have early appointments to keep in the morning. Thank you for a pleasant evening." He paused, unsure how to go on. "It has been an ... entertaining diversion." He inclined his head politely and turned to reclaim his coat from the butler standing by the door. The woman's face fell, and she stammered briefly before replying. "Always a pleasure, Sir Maurice." She turned to Bainbridge, who was just collecting his cane from the hat stand in the hallway. "And you, Sir Charles. I do hope we will see you both again soon." And with that, she returned her attention to the adoration of Meredith York and her other guests.

* * *

Outside, the pavement was covered in a layer of hoary frost. Newbury turned his collar up against the biting winter chill. The moon was full in the sky, the night was clear and people bustled along the street, their breaths making foggy clouds in the cold air. Newbury drew the crisp air deep into his lungs, obviously relieved to have escaped further embarrassment at the hands of Miss Johnson.

Bainbridge, his cane clicking rhythmically against the ground as he walked, turned to Newbury as they made their way back towards Piccadilly. "Really, Newbury, did you have to cut her so?"

"Oh, Charles, the woman's a buffoon! She's trifling with things she has no real concept of, making light of Mrs. York's bereavement. Games like that are dangerous and hurtful." He shook his head, sighing. "I did not aim to cause offence. I simply wanted to let her know that we were not taken in by her little merriment. You know as well as I do, there were no spirits present in that room."

They stopped as a ground train trundled by, the huge steam engine roaring as the fireman stoked the flames, the carriages behind it bouncing along the cobbled road, their wooden wheels creaking under the strain. Newbury caught stuttering glimpses of the people inside the small carriages as they rushed by, snug inside their little booths, speeding on towards their destinations. The driver, on the other hand, was wrapped up warm against the elements, sitting atop the engine itself on a large dickey box, a huge steering wheel clasped between his gloved hands. They watched as it rattled away into the night, causing hansom cabs and more traditional horse-drawn carriages to divert from their paths. Newbury smiled. It was time for the past to make way for the future.

The two men crossed the road and continued on their way. Newbury decided it was time to change the subject. "So, tell me, Charles, any new developments in the case at hand?"

The other man sighed. "Not as such. Can't seem to get past this ridiculous story about the glowing policeman. It's making life very difficult for my constables. They keep being accosted out on their rounds. No one will answer their questions, and the men themselves don't want to go out at night, lest they find themselves running into this damnable fellow. Superstitious prigs!"

Newbury looked suddenly serious. "Charles" — he patted the other man on the shoulder — "look who has his ire up now! Don't be so swift to discount these stories, at least before we have any real evidence to the contrary."

Bainbridge looked incredulous. "Heavens, Newbury, surely you're not putting any stock in these ridiculous tales? They are clearly as much poppycock as Miss Johnson's spirits!"

Newbury hesitated. "Look, Charles, I know I was dismissive of Miss Johnson, but I've spent the entire day scouring shelves in the British Library, looking for references to a glowing policeman, and I assure you, there is more to it than meets the eye."

Bainbridge stopped in his tracks. He leaned on his cane. "How so?"

"There's a case from about twelve years ago. A bobby who was murdered by a gang of petty thieves — found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know the sort of thing." Bainbridge nodded. "Well, for a month after the body was interred, a 'glowing bobby' was seen looming out of the fog around the Whitechapel area, his pale skin shining an iridescent blue. One by one, the bodies of the thieves turned up, all strangled, all dumped in the same area of the city. Witnesses reported sightings of the dead constable, come back from the grave to seek revenge on his aggressors. After the last of the thieves turned up dead, the 'glowing bobby' was never seen again." He paused. "Until now, that is. I pieced the story together from various newspaper reports."

Bainbridge shrugged. "It was probably the other boys from the station, using the story as a cover to take revenge for the murder. They don't take kindly to one of their own being put in the soil."

Newbury nodded. "That may well be the case, but until we know more, I think we need to follow this line of inquiry. It may turn out to be nothing but poppycock, but we shouldn't dismiss it until we've had the opportunity to investigate a little further first."

"Very well." Bainbridge covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he coughed. "Come on, let's get out of this cold."

Newbury sauntered along beside him. "Would you care to join me for a nightcap at the White Friar's? They have a shockingly good brandy."

Bainbridge was about to reply when a sudden powerful gust of wind knocked them both back a step, and the older man found himself clinging to his hat to ensure it wasn't lost in the draught. He looked up. "Damn airships! I wish they wouldn't fly them so low over the city."

Newbury laughed, following his gaze. The underbelly of an immense vessel was scudding overhead, scintillating in the reflected light of the city and temporarily blotting out the moon, casting the two men in a dark shadow. The airship companies had been enjoying a period of rapid growth in recent months, with demand for air travel almost exceeding their capacity to build new vessels and clear space for berthing fields. The appearance of a sizeable ship such as this was becoming a frequent occurrence in the skies over London, as the Empire grew larger and an increasing number of people found profitable business abroad. With the haulage companies taking to the skies, too, there was no longer any need to relocate to foreign climes on a permanent basis, and many businessmen had taken the opportunity to set up subsidiary companies in India, America and the West Indies. Newbury himself had never travelled on one of the vessels, but he was certainly enamored with them, and watched in wonder as this one drifted lazily overhead, en route, he supposed, to a berthing field south of the city. He glanced back at Bainbridge, who had finally finished repositioning his hat. "Well? To the White Friar's?"

Bainbridge shook his head. "Not tonight, old friend. You've given me much to think about, and I must say that that pudding of Miss Johnson's is sitting rather heavily on me now. Don't have quite the constitution I used to."

Newbury smiled. "You'll hear no argument from me." He held out his hand, and the other man grasped it firmly. "Let me know if there are any further developments in the case. In the meantime, I bid you well and good night." He turned and made off in the direction of the White Friar's Club, gazing up at the sky in wonder at the vapour trails left in the wake of the passing airship.

CHAPTER 2

Newbury leaned back in his chair and, with a sigh, spread his morning copy of The Times out before him on the desk. After retiring from the White Friar's Club the previous evening, he'd found he was unable to sleep. Nonetheless, with the coming of the dawn, he had risen, dressed and caught a cab across the city from his Chelsea lodgings to his office at the British Museum. He had little doubt that his housekeeper, Mrs. Bradshaw, would curse him colourfully in her delightful Scottish tones for failing — yet again — to inform her of his plans, but he also knew that she was growing used to his unpredictable comings-and-goings, even if she feigned exasperation to his face.

Outside, the sun was settling over the city, and the streets were gradually coming to life as people set about their daily business. Soon the museum would be bustling with his fellow academics and, not long after, with members of the public, come to gaze in awe and wonder at the treasures on display in the gaudy exhibits. Newbury had been an agent of the Queen for nearly four years, and whilst he was typically engaged in some case or other — whether helping Scotland Yard or left to his own devices — he continued to maintain a position at the museum all the same. He was an experienced anthropologist, with a particular speciality in the religion and supernatural practices of prehistoric human cultures, and he often found his academic work had resonance with his work in the field. At present, he was engaged in writing a paper on the ritualistic practices of the druidic tribes of Bronze Age Europe. He'd hardly found time to touch it for a week, however, what with the string of bizarre strangulations occurring around Whitechapel and his desire to aid his old friend, Bainbridge, in the hunt for the killer. Discovering that the culprit may have supernatural origins had only solidified his resolve to see the case through to the end, and what's more, the revelation put the case firmly and directly into his specific area of expertise. Since briefing the Queen with a missive the previous day, any time he spent aiding Bainbridge with his investigations was now considered official business.

Newbury yawned. It was still early, and his secretary had yet to arrive at the office. He was anxious for a cup of tea. He regarded the newspaper before him, paying no real attention to the article he'd been trying to follow, which concerned a politician involved in some lurid financial scandal. He was dressed in a neat black suit, a white shirt and crimson cravat. His hair was dark — the very colour of night itself — and swept back from his face, and he was clean-shaven. His eyes were a startling emerald green. A casual observer would have placed him in his early thirties, but in truth, he was approaching his fortieth year. He looked up at the sound of someone bustling into the adjoining room and called out, "Good morning, Miss Coulthard. I'd like a pot of tea when you're settled, please." He returned, distractedly, to his reading.

A moment later, there was a brief rap at his door. He didn't look up from his newspaper when the door itself swung open and someone crossed into the room. "Thank you, Miss Coulthard. I trust you are well?"

The woman cleared her throat. Newbury's eyes flicked up from the print. "Oh, my dear Miss Hobbes. I do apologise." He fumbled for a moment, unsure how to remedy his error. "I'm afraid I'm still getting used to the notion that another person will be sharing my office. Do come in." He half stood behind his desk, embarrassment clearly written on his face, as his recently hired assistant, Miss Veronica Hobbes, crossed the room and took a seat before him. She was pretty: brunette, in her early twenties, with a dainty but full figure, and dressed in a white blouse, grey jacket and matching skirt.

She smiled. "Please don't apologise, Sir Maurice. It takes more than a little case of mistaken identity to offend me."

Newbury returned her smile. "Very good. Let's get you settled in, then, shall we? But first ... I don't suppose you're at all handy with a kettle?"

* * *

An hour later, fortified by a constant supply of Earl Grey, the office had become a hive of activity. Newbury was working through his notes from the previous day, trying to make sense of the various newspaper reports and apparent sightings of the "glowing bobby" around Whitechapel. He was wearing a frown, lost in thought and deep concentration.

Veronica was hard at work, clearing the spare desk across the other side of the room, unpacking her small box of belongings and filing the many sheaves of abandoned notes she continued to find in drawers and random piles all around the office. She had placed her jacket over the back of her chair, rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and attacked the mess like it was some sort of villain in need of appeasing. Newbury was suitably impressed by her fastidiousness.

It was into this scene that a distraught Miss Coulthard came running, late, her hastily tied bun coming loose so that strands of her hair flapped around her face as she came to rest in the doorway, breathless. Both Newbury and Veronica looked up in concern.

Newbury was on his feet immediately, worry etched on his face. "My dear Miss Coulthard, whatever is the matter?"

The woman cowered, as if afraid of what she had to say. Veronica offered her a heartfelt smile.

"Oh, sir, it's my brother Jack. He disappeared yesterday, and we've every fear that he may have succumbed to that terrible plague."

Newbury shuffled uneasily. "I understand your concern completely, Miss Coulthard. Look —" He indicated his visitor's chair. "— come and take a seat for a while, and Miss Hobbes here will fetch you a hot cup of tea." He glanced at Veronica apologetically, and she waved dismissively before hurrying off into the other room to organise another pot of tea.

Newbury put a hand on Miss Coulthard's arm to reassure her. "Now, why don't you tell me exactly what you know?"


(Continues...)

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The Affinity Bridge 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 111 reviews.
Madame_Lovey-Dovey More than 1 year ago
I wasn't fanatic about The Affinity Bridge though I was thoroughly interested in it at the same time. It was a change from the books I have been reading (my recently read books I either couldn't get enough of or disliked with a passion). This one was in the middle. Still I recommend it too fans of mystery and steampunk genres. I guess the main reson why I wasn't too thrilled with it was(and I feel horrible saying this mind you) because it had minimal amounts of romance. I can tell George Mann was trying to ease into the relationship of the two main characters (but to me it was torture!) and I respect that especially since your average romance novel usually rushes the romance between the lovers to where it's unrealistic (I really do hate that part of being a fan of romance). All in all, The Affinity Bridge was an awesome book (with it's zombies and electrical walking canes...) to read and I enjoyed it very much. I am also very excited for the sequal The Osiris Ritual.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It seemed like a tweener book for British kids. I am neither. In spite of having enough plot elements to make a thrilling read, I put the ebook down again and again, even toward the end of the book. I will not criticize the author, I could do no better, and a critic risks nothing. He does write in a fashion that is easy to visulaize in the mind's eye.
Jim7440 More than 1 year ago
Affinity Bridge is a Steampunk crime Mystery set in London in the Victorian era. The author paints the setting well and we can actually feel the choking London fog of times gone by, but are further intrigued by elements of the story that are able to cloak themselves within the thick, dark atmosphere. The writing is good and fast paced so that our interest is held throughout the story. I don't want to give away the plot points of the story, but will say that it's imaginative, engaging, and inspires me to want to read the next book in the series, The Osiris Ritual. This is the sort of story that makes Steampunk interesting as a genre. I would have liked to get more of a feel for what it's like to travel on an airship, but perhaps that will come in one of the further stories.
Dawson59 More than 1 year ago
3.50 Stars Lack Depth What a wonderful tale centered in jolly old England, or is it jolly. The plague is feverently running through the slums of Whitechapel. Mysterious and unexplained murders are stumping Scotland Yard. To add to the mayhem, The Lady Armitage (a passenger derigible) has crashed in Finstead Park adding to the woes of the current investigative team of Veronica Hobbes, Sir Maurice Newbury and Inspector Charles Bainbridge. The Crown has summoned Sir Newbury to give his best effort to quickly uncover the airships demise as there could be a connection to the Royal Dutch Throne. How's that for a plot? Very enticing. The pros. This is a well laid out story. The scenes and descriptions are dead-on and will have the reader engulfed with the daily deluge of fog and rain in London. Keep a good cup of tea or coffee available to keep the chill off. You will find yourself immersed in the manufactory of the airships as our trio's clues lead them into the impressive, yet sinister company of Chapman and Villiers. The plot thickens as Professor Villiers introduces them to the intricacies of modern technology—The automatom's. Sir Newbury is overtaken by the new machines as they are fully functioning robots capable of performing the most intricate human endeavors. Yet, despite his fascination with the advances in science, he feels there is more than meets the eyes. Something is askew. Is there a connection between the downing of The Lady Armitage, the automatoms, and the murders of Whitechapel, or do they stand on their own? You'll have to get a copy for those answers. The cons. As in the last work, The Ghosts of Manhattan, the action scenes reminded me of a James Bond thriller. The injuries our hero, Sir Maurice Newbury has sustained would have him completely incapacitated to efficiently engage his assailants. A bit too far-fetched at times. The end of the work took up a little too much space as the reader is introduced to more hidden sub-plots. Overall, this is an excellent work the Steampunk followers will gobble-up in a heartbeat.
Sean_From_OHIO More than 1 year ago
The Affinity Bridge had all the potential in the world but when it was all said and done it didn’t amount to much. The world created by George Mann is an interesting one, his characters not so much. Each one was a cliché with little imagination and the mystery involved here left little doubt. Overall this book was a fine attempt but not worth the time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Though a little less engaging than it's sequel, The Osiris Ritual, The Affinity Bridge is an absolutely fantastic story which in many ways catered perfectly to my notion of Steampunk London. Sir Maurice Newbury is the Sherlock Holmes of steampunk, with a wonderful personality that is, nevertheless realistic; Newbury has faults. The relationship between he and Miss Veronica Hobbes, his "assistant," (she is only so in that Newbury hired her; in every other way she is his equal) is endearing, and is possibly the first ever instance of a romance as a major factor in a steampunk novel. The book starts out a little slow, but speeds up drastically after about the fifth chapter as the plot thickens and the mystery becomes more and more engaging. Mann's writing style can sometimes be a little sloppy, but he is the first author I've seen to successfully create and describe in print format an action scene which would usually be better suited for a movie. I understand that this is said all the time, but I truly was unable to put this book down!
Twisted_Helix More than 1 year ago
though not a great one. The plot reminds me a little of Gordon Dahlquist's Glass Books of the Dreameaters, although the plot of The Affinity Bridge is decidedly less strange. Here we have a feisty heroine and a flawed hero, AND (if that weren't enough), a solid sidekick. It's a little bit Sherlock Holmes and a little bit Amelia Peabody. Nonetheless, The Affinity Bridge is an easy, escapist, page turner; I finished it in seven hours, by the clock--and I am very much your average reader. It is promising, but it doesn't quite live up to it's promise. I found the characters a bit shallow and the dialog incongrous: highly purple Victoriana, coupled with modern colloqualisms. I think I understand what Mann was going for; the plot is steam-punkish. However, culture changes much slower than technology--as we witness everyday--and Mann doesn't really sell me that the language will have changed that much. Nor do I buy the other characters' easy acceptance of Veronica as a professional woman/buttkicker. Oh, that it were that easy: give us cars, airships, and robots, and we will give you universal human rights, just like that. But, that's not how it works, clearly. If you are going to do something like that, you've got to make it make sense in your world. Mann didn't. Yet, the plot's okay. The ending is neither surprising, nor is it unsurprising. The plot point having to do with Jack seems an afterthought more than anything and would probably have been best left out; it's a distraction. The whole book seems clearly a set-up for another novel with the same characters, and so it left me a little unsatisfied with this novel. Bottom line: If you like the steampunk genre or mysteries, it's worth a read, but it's not going to make you think. Then again, not everything has to.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1901 London, automatons have taken over most of the manual labor replacing humans. In that environs British Museum anthropologist Sir Maurice Newbury and his assistant Miss Veronica Hobbes investigate the crash of a zeppelin piloted by a cyborg in which pilot error is statistically impossible yet in this case somehow appears plausible. -------------- At the same time, a plague is spreading throughout the city's poorest sectors turning people into zombies. These revenants pose a major threat of destroying the British Empire from within. An expert on the occult, Maurice with Veronica's able help connects the two incidents in between Earl Grey time.-------------------- THE AFFINITY BRIDGE is an odd alternate earth historical thriller that combines elements of horror, science fiction and mystery in a London at the start of the twentieth century filled with robot and zombies; yet in some ways sort of remains the same as our earth as there is always time for a bit of tea. That combination adds some realism to the story line, but tea for two is fun for the participants however can be tedious to the reader. Still filled with plenty of blood, the occult and automatons, George Mann provides his audience with overall an enjoyable tale of a London out of control except for the tea time outs that seem mindful of Holmes-Watson.------- Harriet Klausner
ladycato on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Some steampunk books lean more towards certain genres than others--this one is, at heart, a mystery novel with a steampunk London setting. It's a bit stiff in some regards, and it does contain many cliches of the genre (historical steampunk does have an odd affinity for zombies). However, I found it to be a delightful romp of a read, flaws and all. I enjoyed the subtle chemistry between Sir Maurice and Veronica and how Veronica is a true lady of her time period yet still has plenty of spunk. I admit, the scenes with Veronica's sister were fascinating in a way that tended to steal the glory of the rest of the plot; I can only hope that relationship is explored more in future books. I would really like to read on in this series.
BooksForDinner on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Fun and harmless. Not sure I will read another in this series, although I must admit that by the end of the book, I was at least a little invested in the characters. Felt like the author was trying a bit too hard sometimes.
jcmontgomery on LibraryThing 5 months ago
The more I read steampunk, the more I like it. Especially when the story and characters are as engaging as they are here.This is the first book in George Mann¿s Newbury & Hobbes Investigation series. As with traditional steampunk, the setting is Victorian England. Beyond the science fiction however, is a well-crafted mystery. From the beginning I was enthralled. I knew immediately this was going to be an enjoyable book to read. I guessed at part of it, but when unraveled, the complete story was beyond what I¿d imagined and I was thrilled to be so surprised. It¿s been a long time since an author caught me off guard that way. It was wonderful!The only part I had trouble with is how one of the sub-plots was resolved. It felt . . . awkward, as if it was loose end not discovered until too late and fixed hurriedly. Since the book opens with this particular storyline, or at least it¿s main character, then I¿m hoping it¿s because it will be developed more in a later installment, so I shouldn¿t jump to conclusions.Still, it didn¿t detract much from the overall story and how much I liked it.This is a definite recommendation not only to those who like steampunk, but especially for introducing it to others. It is an excellent ambassador for the genre.Now, off to read the second in the series, The Osiris Ritual.
graceschumann on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Steampunk is all the rage right now. And Mann did not leave me disappointed at all with his take on it. Introducing Newbury (the detective) and Miss Hobbes (his assistant), this book delves into a world where airships float gracefully through the sky, where zombies stalk the dark street corners, where automatons appear to the be the new frontier.I loved this book. That is not an exaggeration in the least. Mann definitely knows what he's doing. He has great character development and the plot-line is incredibly captivating. I don't think I've read a book that has incorporated all the true elements of the Steampunk genre as Mann has. This is truly a work of art!
smileyman on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Product DescriptionWelcome to the bizarre and dangerous world of Victorian London, a city teetering on the edge of revolution. Its people are ushering in a new era of technology, dazzled each day by unfamiliar inventions. Airships soar in the skies over the city, while ground trains rumble through the streets and clockwork automatons are programmed to carry out menial tasks in the offices of lawyers, policemen, and journalists.But beneath this shiny veneer of progress lurks a sinister side.Queen Victoria is kept alive by a primitive life-support system, while her agents, Sir Maurice Newbury and his delectable assistant Miss Veronica Hobbes, do battle with enemies of the crown, physical and supernatural. This time Newbury and Hobbes are called to investigate the wreckage of a crashed airship and its missing automaton pilot, while attempting to solve a string of strangulations attributed to a mysterious glowing policeman, and dealing with a zombie plague that is ravaging the slums of the capital.Good opening to a new series. The two mysteries that Newbury is investigating zip along, but both Newbury and Hobbes felt a little flat. Hopefully Mann fleshes both of them out a little more in the following books. Definitely worth reading and highly recommended.
jlparent on LibraryThing 5 months ago
A steampunk sleuth story; this was a decent read. Sir Newbury and Miss Hobbes are trying to help Scotland Yard figure out cases involving a 'glowing blue policeman', a missing brother, and why an airship piloted by a clockwork automaton crashed. I felt it had elements of Sherlock Holmes, Frankenstein, and Jack the Ripper in addition to its steampunk/Victorian England base. The characters were not fully fleshed out, but I think this is first in a series so naturally, more details will unravel further in. What I did know of the characters was potentially interesting; Newbury has a fascination with dark magic and an laudanum jones, while Miss Hobbes is a rather sturdy young woman who has a psychic sister and a connection to Crown (unknown to Newbury). Anyway, it was ok. I will definitely read book two to see how things progress.
RGazala on LibraryThing 5 months ago
This book is a passably entertaining foray into steampunk and a good way to while away a few hours. The principal characters, Maurice Newbury and Victoria Hobbes, are shamelessly modeled on Arthur Conan Doyle's iconic Holmes and Watson, and they're even more blatantly reminiscent of the X Files' Mulder and Scully. The plot moves quickly as the heroes grapple under unreliable gaslight with an array of zombies, robots, and human miscreants in Victorian London at the seemingly incessantly foggy dawn of the 20th century. The story is engaging enough, and often summons compelling imagery. To his credit, author George Mann does a fairly good job bringing most of the handful of main characters to life.The book cries for the touch of a voracious editor. Mann spends too much energy hammering home via overwrought symbolism the dehumanizing socioeconomic upheavals foisted on England as inevitable end products of Britain's rampant imperialism and industrialization. There are a couple of insubstantial subplots adding little but extra pages to the story. I suspect Mann included them to introduce characters for future novels. Mann has problems with points of view, switching haphazardly from one to another. Toward the story's end Newbury battles in quick succession a pair of zombies, then a pair of robots, then a serial killer on the roof of a train, and finally in a zeppelin against the evil mastermind, defeating them all with a brand of superheroism that reduces the likes of James Bond to effete incompetence. The last couple of chapters, and the epilogue, exist solely to ensure the reader knows all too well Mann has every intention of writing the further adventures of Newbury and Hobbes. With strong editing, those adventures may well be worth reading.
ToxicWitchling on LibraryThing 5 months ago
George Mann's novel is crammed full of plot lines that could be interesting, unfortunately he lets himself down with characters that are hard to interact with. Sir Maurice Newbury is like a darker, blander Sherlock Holmes. Somehow he manages to create a character that should be interesting considering his constant drug use and knowledge of dark arts in Victorian London yet he turns out so bland it's almost unbearable. He does display great qualities but by the end of the book I found myself honestly not giving a damn as to whether he lives or dies. There is no personal attachment to any of the characters, nothing that makes them remotely human other than the painfully obvious. Victoria Hobbes is a little easier to like because of her ventures to her sisters asylum, although yet again her sister is pretty much one dimensional and only there as a plot device. The steampunk theme in the book is well executed, but the amount of idioms used to describe the different mechanisms sometimes became tiresome. Especially since sometimes, as much as I enjoy setting the appropriate tone for a scene, I just want get on with the story rather than reading in detail about fifty different small machines and how they work. Queen Victoria was the highlight of the book for me, and the end of the book came to a brilliant climax. The villians were fantastic in my view but a little short lived on whole in the plot. The zombie plot line feed nicely into the malfunctioning robots story. I will be buying the second one but purely for the end extract where Victoria and the Queen are conversing about Sir Maurice. Hopefully the plot will be less crammed, more even paced and have less grammatical errors.
butterflybaby on LibraryThing 5 months ago
This book was fast paced and a page turner. I can easily imagine this book being a movie. I loved the setting, Mann wrote London to be a character. The characters and plot were very engaging. Great stuff.
jasmyn9 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
This story had so many different elements to it...a zombie plague, a ghostly policeman, an airship crash, crazy scientists, and a touch of the paranormal. It was almost too much to keep up with. I can's imagine how Sir Newbury managed to keep up with it all, but somehow he did with the help of his beautiful assistant, Veronica.The story starts off with the investigation of a glowing policeman that seems to be responsible for several murders. As Sir Newbury begins the investigation he is instead directed, by the Queen herself, to investigate an air ship crash. Somehow all of this and the zombie plague tie together fairly neatly in the end, but in a very odd way.While I did enjoy reading the story, there were times it seemed to jump around a bit, and I could not find myself truly loving any of the characters. The saving grace, and what piqued my interest, was the final chapter. It just may compel me to give the second book a chance and see what happens.3/5
Jvstin on LibraryThing 5 months ago
The year is 1901. A strange zombie plague threatens the low class areas of London. Zeppelins fill the skies, piloted by mechanical men. Queen Victoria, with medical help, is still on the British Throne. A mysterious, glowing policeman has been strangling people. Welcome to the world of George Mann's The Affinity Bridge.In this Victorian AH Steampunk world, meet Sir Maurice Newbury and his assistant Miss Veronica Hobbes. Agents of the Crown, its their job to deal with enemies and threats to England. And do it proper British style, of course.Its clear that there are dark things afoot. A mysterious zeppelin crash impels our two agents into a world of conspiracy, adventure, intrigue and even a bit of the New Weird. The book is not as aggressively set in that genre as other novels I have read as of late; The Affinity Bridge is much more a pure AH "steampunk novel"--with some twists. The novel starts slowly as we start to get to know the characters. It's clear Newbury and Hobbes are relatively new to each other, as they are to us. However, the writing and characterization improve as we get to know Newbury, Hobbes, and the characters around them.When it does hit on all cylinders, the novel feels a lot like those old Victorian novels, with all of the plots tying together in a neat fashion (perhaps too neat), hair-breadth escapes, and even a couple of pitched battles, and always time for British sensibility. The characters are neither cardboard nor two dimensional--both have flaws and aspects of their characters that they keep under wraps.The tagline to this book is "A Newbury and Hobbes novel" which sounds to me that a sequel might be in the offing. Now that the characters and world are firmly established by the end of the Affinity Bridge, I'd read it.
adpaton on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I don't know why I had such high expectations of The Affinity Bridge - I must have read somewhere that is was a stirling example of the Steampunk genre: however, although its a good, comfortable read, the book is not outstanding and, through no fault of the writer, I was disappointed. George Mann includes many of the essential elements from a Zombie plague to homocidal robots and his secret service hero Sir Maurice is assisted by his glamorous aide Victoria. The original Victoria, the queen, is kept alive by machines designed by a miracle-working and mysterious doctor who comes across as a character set up for closer examination in another book. Robo servers are attacking their masters, airships flown by mechanical pilots are falling out of the sky, and the London fog is made lethal by prowling hoardes of the undead who prey seemingly senselessly on living flesh. The Queen wants it put a stop to so Sir Maurice is kept busy racing across town in wheezing, uncomfortable steam-driven cabs powered by a noisy internal combustion engine or clipping along sedately in a horse drawn hanson while endless cups of tea are consumed and the murky smog lays a blanket over everything. Its all great fun and, if I can get them on the cheap, I shall be reading others in this series which, despite failing my expectations, is none the less an excellent read.
titania86 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Victorian England is in turmoil. Revenants, undead creatures, prowl the night and spread their sickness to unsuspecting citizens. Also, a supposed ghost of a murdered police man has been strangling passersby in White Chapel. Many have died so far and there are no witnesses or leads. Sir Maurice Newbury, agent of the Queen and anthropologist for the British Museum, is in the middle of investigating that series of murders when the Crown requested that he investigate a mysterious and tragic accident. An aircraft piloted by an automaton crashed in Finsbury Park and killed everyone inside of it. He and his intrepid assistant, Veronica Hobbes, are on the case and investigate. It starts off as a conventional investigation until multiple attempts on their lives are made. Can Maurice and Veronica figure out the two mysteries before more people die or they are killed?The Affinity Bridge is steeped in an alternative history version of Victorian England. There are flying airships in the air, clockwork automatons as servants and pilots, revenant zombies in the streets, and even a crude life support system to keep Queen Victoria alive. The book opens with a horrific zombie scene in India and then the story goes to England, where much of the investigation is simply in Victorian society. At points, I was lulled into the sense that I was reading a normal Victorian mystery novel and then I would be jarred when clockwork men or zombies attacked. I haven¿t read a book quite like this one and I enjoyed that the supernatural aspects weren¿t all encompassing. Even though the technology in this book is more advanced than the actual era, poverty, hunger, and their infamous mistreatment of mental illness unfortunately still exist. These stark realities gave the book a believability I don¿t think it would have had if they were absent.The main characters in this book are flawed and dynamic, with their own sets of insecurities and sordid secrets. Maurice Newbury is a brilliant detective and anthropologist with an addiction to opium. He is slightly Holmes-like, but much more eager to physically fight. I felt they portrayed his physical strength and stamina a bit overexaggerated. His past is rather murky, but the small allusions to it left me wondering. I always like a story to feel that there is more to it than the book can contain. Veronica Hobbes is my favorite character. She is a strong, confident woman with a no-nonsense attitude. She¿s very sensible and seems rather cold, but her close relationship with her sister proves otherwise. I really feel Veronica wasn¿t utilized to her fullest ability and I hope the next book will improve. The rest of the characters are largely one dimensional and more like stock characters, even the villains. They didn¿t have facets to them like the main characters did. Victorian society also isn¿t portrayed very realistically. The close friendship between Veronica and Maurice would have been largely disapproved of and would have had serious consequences for Veronica.Overall, I enjoyed The Affinity Bridge despite the lacking minor characters and depiction of Victorian society. I would recommend it to fans of Gail Carriger¿s Alexia Tarabotti series.
kmaziarz on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Sir Maurice Newbury is not the mild-mannered academic he seems. Or, rather, he IS¿but he is also secretly an agent of Her Majesty Queen Victoria. He uses his special expertise in anthropological studies¿with a concentration in mythology, magic, and the supernatural¿to solve the otherwise unsolvable mysteries plaguing London and the environs. While investigating a series of deaths that onlookers have laid at the feet of a blue-glowing policeman, Newbury is called away by royal decree to focus his attentions on the mysterious crash of an airship that resulted in the deaths of all aboard. When Newbury and his assistant, the plucky young Miss Veronica Hobbes, arrive at the scene, they discover that the pilot of the airship is missing! Further investigation reveals that the ship had been piloted by a new breed of automata, supposedly infallible and failure-proof. Newbury is not so certain about that, and infallible or not, no one has a reasonable explanation for the automata¿s disappearance. The pair¿s investigations begin to reveal strange connections between the glowing policeman murders, the missing automata, and the plague of undeath ravaging the city¿s slums. Exciting and original, if somewhat marred by slightly clunky expositions and a tendency toward anachronistic slang, ¿The Affinity Bridge¿ is a worthy first in a new series of steampunk Victorian mysteries.
alsatia on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Reads like the classic Doctor Who episode "Talons of Weng-Chiang" meets Sherlock Holmes. Wait, isn't that almost redundant somehow? :) In any case, a pleasant steampunk romp - even given the presence of zombies in the streets of London!
bookgirlokc on LibraryThing 5 months ago
19th-century Victorian England with zombies! What could be better? This book had some great elements and for the most part was a fun read. I will definitely read the next book in the series. I am hoping the writing will be a little less cliched and the characters more fully developed.
little_prof on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I'm not sure if anyone noticed, but this book is BRILLIANT! The female character is sympathetic, the male character is flawed, but in an undertstandable way. There are shades of Alan Moore's "From Hell" lurking about creating dark, atmospheric pockets. The zombies are spine chilling and extraordinarily well conceived. I cannot wait for the next book. Literally. I can't wait. I may explode. It could happen. So, just wanted to point all that out. I'll try to be sane again now.