Status Updates From Freddy's Book

First part just ended. I was reminded of things I loved about Wuthering Heights-- a stranger enters a strange house for shelter and now stands on the precipice of learning the household's secrets, or not. Going forward, like WH, our professor/narrator will read a strange missive, in this case, Freddy's Book called King Gustave and the Devil, which he was just had dropped inside his room on a freezing night.

“Why leave the ‘green shade’ as the poets called it, for the common, mindless glare?”

Freddy’s Book, vaguely American Nabokov-lite. A frame novel in which an academic goes to a weird house, gets snowed in, reads a bizarre allegory written by a boy giant. I liked Grendel. This one’s also about ‘monsters.’ Some critics dunk on Freddy’s Book because it followed Gardner’s controversial, On Moral Fiction. I don’t care. I’m here for the Scandinavian knight battling Satan. Pale Fire sans fire