Review of Peter Ackroyd's "The Casebook of Victor Frankenstein"

In time for Halloween—Here’s the url to my review of Peter Ackroyd’s new novel, The Casebook of Victor Frankenstein, published yesterday in the Dallas Morning News:
What I mentioned only obliquely: When the “monster” awakens, he immediately begins, um, touching himself. This seems kind of awkward and tossed-off, because there’s no sex to speak of in the novel. Maybe the monster was simply looking for a good time. He does ask ‘Victor’ to create a woman for him, but it doesn’t happen. Stylistically the book seems pretty slapdash and wordy. Funny but many contemporary British novels seem that way to me. No doubt I’m hardwired to favor American minimalism.

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