Jesse Bullington's The Enterprise of Death is excellent. Two observations about Jesse's writing. The first is that it's idiosyncratic, both in style and subject. There's a unique and precise mixture of humor and horror, fantasy and history, that is very distinctive. Likewise ways of phrasing and describing that are his alone--a great blend of high and low tone. In this book we go from the sewer to the stars in a page, and then back again. A very unique voice here. The second observation is that, through a stroke of luck--since a unique voice is worth not much unless you like it--I am mildly obsessed with all of these things: historical horror, dark humor, and wildly mixed registers.
I find myself not wanting to talk about the plot. Sometimes I'm like that. One of my favorite aspects though was a certain unexpected sweetness. The characters, despite their surroundings (and habits) are very charming. I love that this is a fantasy full of very real people. There aren't heroes here, just like there aren't a lot of heroes in reality, and yet things still get done. If Jesse's last book was a scream of defiance on behalf of the outsiders, the poor and dispossessed who manage to survive and thrive till the very end on their supreme awfulness, this is the book that shows their more winning side. Necromancers are people too. (And there are some great monsters.)