When I bought this book from a bargain table a few years ago I had no idea of it’s subject. I probably thought it would be a good holiday read so the joke’s on me. While it sat on my shelf I read a couple of other books by this author and enjoyed them, especially The Absolute Book, which I flat out adored. COVID lockdowns sent me back to my personal book store to find this read, which was a total, mind blowing experience.
Elizabeth Knox is a genius. Other reviewers have complained about her complexity. I loved worming my way through its layers, like the protagonist of this book negotiated his cave systems, yo at last burst through ti the glories of her painstakingly revealed literary treasures.
A Kiwi caver and bomb disposal expert, ancient vampires, Nazis, flawed priests, tortured nuns, artists, poets - Knox juggles them all and never drops the ball. Her writing delights me in a way few other authors do. From the trauma of a collapsed viewing platform in New Zealand’s South Island (a thinly disguised Cave Creek) to spooky caverns on the French/Italian border, and a maze of intersecting points between, young Brian ‘Bad’ Phelan loves, loses and comes of age in a fresh take on an old myth that loses none of its erotic, bloody allure in Knox’s telling.
If you’re looking for another Twilight, best pass by. This book is something entirely different that will have mature readers hanging on every page until the last one turned leaves them wanting. Yes, I did have to go back and check for things I’d missed; it’s peppered with symbols, clues and foreshadowing (literally). So what? The rewards of this book are so much greater than the effort required.