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397 pages, Hardcover
First published March 18, 2014
I'm not alone. Believe me, I am not alone.
Dr. Petit said that L'inonnu mixed his own feces into the paint. pg. 211
The fecal stink from Carew was still in my nostrils... pg. 225
Numbly, I picked at my buttons, dragging off my sticking clothes. I pulled down my trousers and drawers and stared at the filthy streaks down my legs, a blast of stench making my cover my mouth and cough. I had soiled myself. pg. 227
We passed a horse pulled up to the kerb who lifted his tail and ejected a pile of green droppings that steamed like hot food. pg. 258
He dropped the book into the pot, he turned and unbuckled his trousers, hunkered down, and strained out a dry painful curl of movement. He stood and looked woozily down at the soiled book. pg. 289
"From the shelf above the glazed press, I haul down the two-gallon jug of ethanol. I pour some water into a graduated glass, and from the cumbersome jug I tip in a splash of the clear, pure ethanol. Bracing myself, I take a sip - boom! A blue flame bursts in the gastros and roars up my esophagus into the sinus and I cough, blinking tears. There's dinner for you! Burn off all the scum inside."
"My interest was not in reconfiguring the premise but in returning to the original, exploring inconsistencies of character and crafting a psychological model to explain Jekyll's plunge into self-annihilation. The original, too, is a murder mystery; why does Hyde kill Sir Danvers Carew? The story says it is a coincidence. Yet the murder is witnessed by a maid in an upstairs window who recognizes Hyde, "who had once visited her master." Who is this master, and why should Hyde visit him? Questions yearn for answers. For nearly 130 years Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde has remained immovably on the fickle (and often unfair) shelves of classical literature, an endurance no doubt due to these suggestive ripples in its surface, the tantalizing hints of an underworld calling out for discovery."