I just finished the first two books of the series (the last one isn’t due out for a year). I was very pleasantly surprised. I was expecting a hokey pile of garbage, but instead got a decently-written detective series.
Worth checking out.
Detective?
Yeah.
The premise is Frankenstein is still alive, and through his actions he gets two detectives on his trail.
I assume you mean Adam, the Frankenstein Monster, and not Victor von Frankenstein. I always do get a bit confused when people start calling the monster Frankenstein.
It’s pronounced: Fron-ken-steen! :lol:
You must be pretty easily confused, then, since everybody has been doing that like, uh, forever. Unless you’re just saying that because you’re one of those folks who likes to point out to everyone in the room that you know the monster’s name isn’t actually Frankenstein. I’d give you the benefit of the doubt, but I’m actually not sure which one of those is dumber.
So, once again, every harmless internet discussion must deteriorate into sniping and one-upsmanship. Sweet. (It’s prounounced Fron-ken-steen!)
If it was the doctor, the premise of the book would have to be “Frankenstein is still dead.”
Duh.
Yes, five year old children have been doing that forever. Adults have not, because describing the end of Frankenstein, where Frankenstein chases Frankenstein across the Arctic Circle and eventually Frankenstein kills Frankenstein, but not before Frankenstein takes Frankenstein with him (!), is particularly confusing unless you’re a retarded lawyer gleefully used to that level of meaningless obfuscation in terminology.
Anyway, given the fact that no one described the book’s plot as anything besides “detectives chase Frankenstein”, who the fuck knows? Are these Romantic-era detectives of some kind, chasing Frankenstein, thinking he committed his monster’s murders, or maybe he’s still carrying on ghoulish experiments? Or is it just another one of these doofus modern day retreads featuring a couple of monster hunters? I’d read the former, but not the latter. Actually, I wouldn’t read either - this is Dean Koontz we’re talking about here. But whatever, the point stands.
There’s a Dean Koontz?
It’s set in modern times in New Orleans.
Both Frankenstein and Frankenstein’s Monster are still alive.
The monster doesn’t explicitly die in the book, though. I think he says he’s off to go kill himself, and then just leaves.
Making this not a stupid question at all. Thanks for the clarification, Mark. Is Frankenstein alive because he’s defied the laws of aging with a Herbert West style rejuvenant? That could be cool
It’s been about ten years since I read it, so you may be right, although I was always under the impression that being trapped in the Arctic Circle in the early 19th century with the ice breaking from under you and no transportation out made you a goner no matter how many of God’s laws your abomination birth defied.
Wait, I think I’ve seen that movie. Didn’t Donald Kaufman write that?
It’s a plot point (in both cases) so I won’t hit with spoilers.
Question is: is it better or worse than Kenneth Branagh’s version of Frankenstein?
I shudder at the memory of that turd.
The book treats Frankenstein: the book and movie as a “documentary.”
It’s a good read. Sure, it gets hokey in places, but it’s the first time in long time I’ve read two books and cursed that I had to wait a year for the third one.
For a moment there I misread it as Brian Koontz’s Frankenstein.
- Alan
Not to be a complete asshole, but Frankenstein doesn’t kill Frankenstein either. Frankenstein died just after telling the story of Frankenstein (including his pursuit into the north) to Robert Walton, who then witnessed Frankenstein take Frankenstein away over the ice.
Well, let me back up. I believe that Frankenstein didn’t kill Frankenstein. Frankenstein wanted to kill Frankenstein and pursued him north into the Arctic to do so, but not the other way around. There’s a good bit where Frankenstein tells Mr. Walton about his remorse over Frankenstein’s death, but in truth no one was in the room when Frankenstein appeared over Frankenstein’s body, so we don’t know if Frankenstein killed Frankenstein or not.
You’ve made me resort to my Anti-Koontz retort:
I don’t like sushi.