The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black by E.B. Hudspeth

I have a bad habit of selecting books based on their cover art, which consistently results in anger and disappointment. In spite of the proven futility of this method, I again fell into the trap when I purchased E.B Hudspeth’s The Resurrectionist. In my defense, though, look at this cover – this is right up my alley; I really had no choice in the matter: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00987MQRQ/ref=s9_cskin_gw_p351_d0_i2?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=center-2&pf_rd_r=1JK1GBCFGMQZBGG5Y7TT&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=1389517282&pf_rd_i=507846
This novel had a lot of things going against it: I liked the cover art, it seemed to be a Gothic novel, and it apparently drew on classics such as Frankenstein and The Island of Doctor Moreau. These should all be good qualities, but have inevitably let me down in the past. Both mentioned books are personal favorites, so when I detect their influence in contemporary novels, my hackles go up and I prepare to defend their honor. Their honor, for once, did not need defended. Continue reading “The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black by E.B. Hudspeth”
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The Island of Doctor Moreau by HG Wells

After the trainwreck that was The Madman’s Daughter, the only way to cleanse my palate was to revisit The Island of Doctor Moreau. I enjoy rereading novels like this because I always notice new things the second time around – or in this case, the fourth time around. This time, I was particularly struck by Wells’ outright distrust towards organized religion (perhaps of religion altogether). Continue reading “The Island of Doctor Moreau by HG Wells”

The Madman’s Daughter by Megan Shepherd

I have read The Island of Doctor Moreau twice. I have even repeatedly stomached the Val Kilmer film version of the novel. You might be asking yourself why I would willingly do such a thing. It’s for the same reason that I can never pass up the abysmally awful film version of Pet Sematary. In spite of their flagrant abuse of artistic licensing, these films are still versions of novels that are near and dear to my awkward little heart. So, of course, when I stumbled upon The Madman’s Daughter, “inspired by H.G. Wells’s classic The Island of Dr. Moreau” and claiming to be “a dark and breathless Gothic thriller,” I pushed my nagging skepticism aside. After all, anything had to be better than Val Kilmer floundering around in the role of Montgomery. Mr. Kilmer, sir – I owe you a sincere apology. Continue reading “The Madman’s Daughter by Megan Shepherd”