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A review by trin
The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
3.0
"Erik, you promised me!" I insisted. "No more murders!"
"Me, a murderer?" he asked, amiably.
Classic Poor Little Meow Meow behavior on display here.
It fits. This book is delightfully camp. I've never been an Andrew Lloyd Webber girlie -- I have in fact never seen the show -- but this is fun. Gothic, silly, (intentionally!) funnier than I expected. I appreciate Leroux's experimental narrative style, where he tells things out of order like a Steven Soderbergh film, and pretends to quote from various fake historical accounts. I know nothing of his life or writing process, but the result has a tossed-off cracky quality that I honestly enjoyed. Go wild, king.
Surely a beautiful woman has the right to love a hideous monster, especially when he can seduce her with music and she happens to be a distinguished opera singer.
Surely!
"Me, a murderer?" he asked, amiably.
Classic Poor Little Meow Meow behavior on display here.
It fits. This book is delightfully camp. I've never been an Andrew Lloyd Webber girlie -- I have in fact never seen the show -- but this is fun. Gothic, silly, (intentionally!) funnier than I expected. I appreciate Leroux's experimental narrative style, where he tells things out of order like a Steven Soderbergh film, and pretends to quote from various fake historical accounts. I know nothing of his life or writing process, but the result has a tossed-off cracky quality that I honestly enjoyed. Go wild, king.
Surely a beautiful woman has the right to love a hideous monster, especially when he can seduce her with music and she happens to be a distinguished opera singer.
Surely!