Another trip around the bend with Professor Lake. This time, Frankenstein’s on the docket. Now, I’m an honest man. So, I have no trouble admitting to you that my first run with Perry Lake’s work felt a little wanting. To be fair, it was mostly because I’m not a vampire fan. Matter of fact, I’ve been so run down on the genre due to overexposure, terrible exposure, and just . . . ‘sposure . . . in general. So, it’s not really fair for me to judge any work that contains vampires since I’ve grown to resent them so much. That being said, my first taste of Perry’s work was Dracula Arisen. While I enjoyed a brutal, fiendish telling of the classic Dracula . . . I still hate vampires. But, Perry did a lot of work to pull me back. And for that, my many thanks. That’s when I found this bad boy. The Nightmare of Frankenstein.
NOW we’re talking.
The first half of the book is Victor Frankenstein’s journey in science. He studies both abroad and at home. All the lovely names that are just creepy in themselves, let alone the topics they represent. Thomas Aquinas, Paracelsus, Albertus Magnus. Those names in themselves set a story, and with the natural rapidity that Lake uses them, the names and their occult topics became like a hypnotic, poetic back drop for the events to come. It’s almost like the phonetics of the names themselves are a character, an air, an atmosphere. I’ll also say this. Never before have I seen Victor Frankenstein and Godlike thirst for knowledge be presented so mercilessly. Perry’s mad scientist is after knowledge and science like a lover scorned, like a lust, like an ache. And it’s not ‘sit and ruminate about the nature of knowledge’ kind of thing. It’s doing, acting, getting in the game. Perry’s characters, both Victor Frankenstein and his eventual monster, speed through their endeavors like it’s zero hour. Quite a wonderful reflection of the author, I think. What I know of him, anyway. Interesting, that.
Of course, like every approach to anything, it’s not without a setback or two. Now, this time around, in Frankenstein rather than Dracula, I didn’t mind in the slightest. KEEP IT COMIN’, PERRY! But, if science fiction isn’t your thing, and I mean that as the word implies . . . incredible brutal plunges into both science and fiction, you’ll have trouble keeping up with this book. Perry knows what he expects of his readers, and it’s a lot. But, I love to watch this guy work. It’s cold and precise, surgical and quick. Perry Lake writes like an assassin. Plan your work and work your plan, then do it all again with deadly force. Perry’s monster comes up just short of that assassin, I think. At least, he did to me anyway. From his merciless struggles against the law and acquiring illegal materials to gather the knowledge to create a mate, to his murders that take place in Tarantino like ferocity and speed. Perry’s monsters piles up the bodies and he stacks them tall. He leaves them in his wake and he hardly laments or mourns over them. The monster even goes so far as raping a woman, then slinking off into the night like he’d never appeared . . . all in the hopes that she may bear offspring, some other like him.
But, like I said, it’s the way cold short distance that Perry puts between his work and the reader. Lays it out like the dissection of crayfish. In so doing, the science fiction ALMOST becomes reality. Almost. And I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to watch it all burn to the ground in the final scene. I LOVE explosive conclusions where stuff burns to the ground. I know how generic that sounds, but it’s the truth. And Perry delivered that. I don’t have words to explain how much I loved seeing my beloved monster be that victorious. Which is strange . . . because, normally, I’m a sucker for tragedy. That’s why I’ve always loved Frankenstein and the mythos, the wretched, awful, conflicted, heartbroken nature of it all. So, you would think that a more distanced approach would turn me off. And I was a bit worried about that, too. But, Perry’s love of science, Perry’s thirst for knowledge, rivals that of Victor. I can’t help but see Victor Frankenstein himself writing this book. Which is just a stupid cool nerdy, geekout moment for me. There is a bit of dry air in the emotion department, which bothered me at first, but only slightly. It wasn’t until I started seeing Perry’s thirst for blood and death, and how they play into science, that it started to make sense. Perry is about as close to Victor Frankenstein as there is. The man is a professor. And he’s really fucking good at it. I couldn’t help but applaud.
I’ve ALWAYS loved Frankenstein and his monster. Not only that, but Lake is the most exhaustive scholastic writer I’ve ever come across. I was hoping that he would be entirely at home in THE ORIGINAL science fiction novel and its mythos. And I was right. Perry not only exhausts the topic, the science (both pseudo and non) and the fabric of the universe he creates, he exhausts the reader. I use that term lovingly. I’m a man who likes his extremes. I like intensity. Perry delivers in spades. There’s just . . . so . . . MUCH that happens. It’s got incredible re-read value. For instance . . . When the monster descends across Europe, there’s a supernatural encounter with a monster that has tentacles. It took me two or three reads to realize that this MIGHT be a Chtulu reference. Now, don’t quote me because I didn’t write it. But, it sure as hell seems like one of the old ones. And that scene, like many others, delivers. Only to be followed by a gigantic shootout in the cobblestone streets as the monster flees the law in his attempts to create his own mate.
There’s so much here. So many things, so much knowledge. The pages are hot to the touch. If you’ve ever wanted to see your monster in all his ugly glory, both victorious and heinous in his wicked deeds, but conqueror still, Perry’s retelling is just what you’ve been waiting for. Bravo, professor. Bravo.
P.S.—This is the first time I’ve seen the cover art for this. It’s killer. ;)