Reviewed by P.P.O. Kane
By Dave Zeltserman
May 23, 2013, ISBN: 9780715645093
This is the true account, the story coming right out of the monster’s own mouth, a monster whose brain carries the memories and consciousness of one Friedrich Hoffman.
And it has to be said that Victor Frankenstein doesn’t come out of it terribly well. The (self-styled?) Modern Prometheus is revealed to be an alchemist and an occultist, a bully and a coward, a libertine (protégé of the Divine Marquis, no less) and a probable murderer. All in all, he’s a nasty, contemptible piece of work. Friedrich Hoffman is cast as an outcast, a wanderer and an avenger whose route towards payback takes in encounters with various Gothic grotesqueries: vampyres, werewolves, devil-worshippers, pseudo-Satanists (a la the Hellfire Club) and maybe even Dracula himself.
I would query some of Mr. Hoffman’s diction (where did he come across words such as ‘snuck’ and ‘surreal’?) but in the main this is an engrossing, highly entertaining novel. Think of what makes for a happy day: pleasurable immersion in the moment and coiled anticipation of what is to come. That’s how you feel reading this novel. Dave Zeltserman is a monster storyteller.
About the reviewer: P.P.O. Kane lives and works in Manchester, England. He welcomes responses to his reviews and you can reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org