And don’t get me started about the American in the book. I’m talking to you, Stoker. I knew what was up with that guy halfway through the novel. For everyone else, Stoker treats Americans in his 19th Century horror novel the same way we treat black people in 80s teens slasher flicks. Spoiler alert.
In all, however, I was definitely entertained by this book and came away liking it (as one likes “a good yarn”) despite it’s incredibly problematic 19th Century thoughts on women, capitalism, and the lower classes. And I think it makes a great 400 page warmup for Bolaño’s 893 page novel that we’re doing this winter.