A review by arthurbdd
The Beetle: A Mystery by David Stuart Davies, Richard Marsh

2.0

Despite a strikingly original opening act, The Beetle has aged like milk, going from one of the more imaginative products of Victorian literature to a trite damsel-in-distress plot and eventually resolving its story through sheer accident. The way the narration ties itself in knots to first make it seem like the character of Lessingham has a dirty secret, and then undergoes further contortions to try and make out that his dirty secret is not at all his fault or responsibility, is especially silly. Full review: https://fakegeekboy.wordpress.com/2017/11/10/marshs-beetle-gets-bogged-down/