In the Felix Castor books, the gritty, jaded irony of the best of noir/hardboiled meets the precarious uncertainty of a fantastically imaginative apocalyptic world. Carey's prose is vivid, compelling, and compulsively readable, and Fix Castor manages to be sympathetic despite his many flaws. The Castor books portray a self-destructive protagonist submerged by his guilt, isolation, and loneliness, struggling to stay afloat in an uneasy sea of moral grays. Carey has a gift for interweaving human conflict and supernatural elements into a seamless whole. In every book, up to this point, the root of the conflict has been man's inhumanity to man. Each book has started with an apparently trivial case which leads Castor deeper and deeper into a poisonous web of conspiracy amongst privileged and powerful. All of the conflicts, in the end, come down to human sins and human actions. In Fix's world, humans are the root of all evil. 
 Until now. 
 Throughout the series, Fix has been tormented by guilt over his involvement in the fate of Rafi, his old college friend. Several years before, Castor, desperate to rescue Rafi from a botched demon summoning, accidentally bound his friend's soul to the demon Asmodeus. Since that time, Rafi has been half-mad, locked away to prevent the demon who possesses him from wreaking havoc upon the world. In The Naming of Beasts, Asmodeus puts his own plans into action and the plot that has been simmering for the last four books finally explodes into the forefront. For me, this meant that the driving force of the series--the tragedy of human inhumanity--was strangely absent from The Naming of Beasts. Most of the conflict comes from the machinations of the demon Asmodeus, and while Jenna-Jane Mullbridge, the other main antagonist/schemer, is technically human, she is essentially a straightforward symbol of the Evils of Science. While the plot is action-filled and fast-paced, it doesn't really have the corkscrew-twisty whodunit element that I found so compelling in the earlier books. 
 It also has so many plotholes that I could use it for straining pasta. (view spoiler)[I'm really OCD about mysteries, and...well...here's my list of plotholes: 
 One of the biggest problems for me was the demon power issue. Books #2 and #4 make it pretty clear that a loose demon--any loose demon--can do a tremendous amount of damage. We've seen that even a small amount of demon essence can drive whole communities into savage fury or suicidal frenzy. So why did Asmo limit himself to running around and tearing a few people apart? Why didn't we see Asmo putting the works on massive groups of people? According to Fix, the reason for the random murders was to tip Rafi over the edge. Clearly if that was the goal, the more random violence, the better. It is therefore improbable to me that Asmo would restrain himself to those few deaths. The same is true for Fix's narrow escapes; given that we've seen how loosed demons can affect people at a distance, why not force Castor to kill himself, or at least freeze, during their first struggle? From a plot perspective, I understand why Asmo was limited to physical violence; until this book, Castor hasn't "powered up," so for the plot to work, Asmo had to be quite low-powered--ridiculously so, from the point of view of #2 and #4. 
 Continuing with my gripes about human evil, I was frustrated that one of the most fascinating aspects--the origin of demons--was essentially dropped in this one. While the plot would have created an interesting opportunity to explore Asmo's lost humanity, he is reduced to a two-dimensional sketch of evil incarnate. Even Juliet's previous humanity is ignored, and her previous incarnations, her slow transformation from angular, savage creature to the softer Juliet, almost seem to contradict her human origins. 
 As a mystery reader, I was also frustrated by the dropped plot threads/ red herrings. For example, how, precisely, did Linda fit in? Asmo claimed she did...what did he mean? Who was the "he" who Rosie warned Fix about? Surely not Gil, not with that oh-so-suggestive pause and change of subject. And why did Asmo hide in the tunnels? Why did he traipse around the city in a suggestive pattern? Why pick those particular people to kill? As I've noted, the reason given--to weaken Rafi--seems awfully tenuous, because surely killing Fix--or random passerbys--would have helped as well. Asmo has always struck me as an intensely practical guy. Surely there are plenty of other succubi in Hell; why not call up one of those to free him, then come back and wreak havoc on humanity? Why spend so much effort and take so many risks in the pursuit of Juliet? And come to think of it, why keep Fix alive? Why was he "needed"? That particular rationale for Asmo's actions seemed awfully weak to me. Come to think of it, how did Asmo make it out of England? Was that ever clarified? I'd also like to honour Castor with the Darwin Award for going into Asmo's tunnel unaided and unprepared instead of saving all the exorcists at the pool. Jeez. 
 Even Fix's whole "recording" thing bothered me: it's a game-changer, because it means that Fix's power to banish demons is not directly related to "self"; it can somehow be amplified by someone else's tech, recorded, modified, and more. So what does that mean for the future? Can others record Fix and use the recordings without his presence? If so, what, precisely, contains the magic? On the same note, the whole photo thing didn't work much for me either. What, would plastering arbitrary pixels work, given that they *could* be reconstructed to a face? Basically any set of pixels--any set of varied colours--can meet that description. Talk to any found-objects artist. If not, is it the intention, the belief, that matters? The meaning to the creator? If so, then who needed to embue the weapon with meaning? Rafi wouldn't have known what they were doing... was it exorcist power? It all just seemed awfully sloppy to me. (hide spoiler)] 
 While I've always sympathized with Fix's guilt-driven mission to disentangle Asmo and Rafi while keeping Rafi alive, for me, it's always been about Fix, as I consider Rafi a waste of space, an arrogant, weak-willed, selfish sociopath, a user of others, and one who deserves to reap precisely what he has sowed. Much of my feelings are carried over to Pen, Rafi's whining girlfriend and Fix's unrequited love interest. Pen is always ready to blame everyone else for Rafi's actions, to place the consequences of Rafi's choices on everyone else's shoulders, to sacrifice anyone else for her precious lover's comfort. The demon-haunted Rafi is, in short, the perfect abuser and Pen the ideal enabler, both always willing to heap guilt and inconvenience and danger on everyone else to get what they want. 
 I think it comes down to a universal moral quandry of endless fascination to philosophers: is personal the same is important? My viewpoint: find the most culpable person and let 'em have it. One reason why I'm endlessly captivated by hardboiled/noir is that this perspective almost unerringly places me (at least in principle) on the antagonists' side. In Castor's case, I was incredulous at Castor's unquestioning decision to thwart those planning to kill Rafi/Asmodeus. He is willing to sacrifice any principle, to encounter any danger, to risk all--including countless other lives put at risk by a demon on the loose-- to save his friend. I just kept wondering why he bothered. (view spoiler)[Personally, I thought the HEA ending was an utter cop-out, especially with the convenient little tidbit about Rafi remembering nothing about the atrocities he committed. It may just be my disappointment talking. Given the events of the previous books, I fully expected the irony of Fix managing to save Rafi, only for him to die during the dissolution of souls. The bittersweet ending I craved was Rafi having the opportunity for freedom from a vengeful Asmodeus, but for once, taking a selfless decision, destroying himself and Asmodeus, and thereby finding some sort of redemption. Instead, we get this flat, contrived bit of superficial cheer. So Rafi and Pen get to dance into the sunset, consequence-free, leaving a sea of bodies behind them? Bully for them. 
 I see two alternatives: (1) Rafi spends the rest of his life wracked with guilt over the harm he has caused, unable to ever be comfortable in his own skin, unable to ever be happy again, or (2) Rafi is a sociopath and Fix has just released him to rampage again. Either way, it is not an HEA. (hide spoiler)] 
 Science fiction and fantasy provide wonderful opportunities to twist reality just enough to put readers into a situation where their prejudices and preconceptions no longer apply and they can re-confront the basis for their beliefs. I think that's what Carey was trying to do with Juliet: we all know abusive men are terrible, but what if the abuser is a woman? What if the abuser isn't even human? What if she's the prototypical demon lover? What then? For me, however, it's still a black-and-white issue of domestic abuse, so Juliet's foray into sofa-throwing put a real dent in my sympathy for her as a character. While I was disgusted by Juliet the abuser, her attempts to define and quantify love and relationships were illuminating. Carey does his best to paint her as a sympathetic character bewildered by her own loss of control, yet resigned to the darkness in her nature:"There are limits to how far you can change yourself. I've come to the end of an arc, Castor, and I'm swinging back." 
 There were still plenty of aspects of the story that I loved. Much of the plot centres around the importance of names, and I always find that idea fascinating. Castor continues to struggle with the changes in his world and his own role in it. Rosie, the elderly but still bawdy ghost, makes another enjoyable appearance, and at several points, Castor descends into Cockney rhyming slang, which warmed the cockles of my little Amurrrican heart. Despite my general distaste for woo-woo-evils-of-science-style plots, I was captivated by the vivid, gut-wrenching descriptions of Jenna-Jane's laboratory, where the dead men truly and terrifyingly "lose their bones." The climax, too, is positively pulse-racing; towards the end, I found myself hyperventilating (in traditional Castor style, come to think of it), with my hand convulsively clutching my jaw. Carey also manages to insert a few truly brilliant quotes into the story; for example:"People only want as much history as they can easily carry around."This might be the way the world ends, and I may have been sneaking Eliot quotes into every Castor review I've written, but I'm going to resist temptation, no matter how depressingly apt one particular quote may be. To me, it felt as though the book had drifted away from the soul of the series: the strident cry against man's inhumanity to man, the acute, unblinking stare into human atrocity, the depiction of human folly and weakness--all have all been replaced by the simple, straightforward, distant evil of a coldblooded demon. There were plenty of bright moments and characteristic Carey wit, but I'm still sad that this beautiful chiaroscuro ends with such a feeble whimper. While I'm not thrilled with this ending to the tale, I have loved every other minute of Castor's powerful, imaginative, gripping series. If you're in the mood for gorgeously gritty noir, please give the series a try--the first book is The Devil You Know. 
 ~3.5 
 Originally posted on BookLikes, which may have additional quotes and comments (yep, it is possible for this review to be longer) that I didn't copy over.