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A review by crysania
The Phantom of Manhattan by Frederick Forsyth
1.0
First of all, I would like to say that Forsyth's arrogance never ceases to amaze me. In writing a sequel to a classic book, perhaps he should have considered the debt he owed to the author of the original novel. Gaston Leroux has written not some obscure "slim little volume" (as Forsyth seems to think), but rather a wonderful and tragic story that has touched the hearts of millions of readers. There is no mention of Leroux in his acknowledgment section, and his preface is nothing but an explanation of why he (Forsyth) is correct and Leroux was wrong. An author of a fiction novel cannot be wrong, as these are his own characters. But Forsyth sits back and explains everything he finds to be incorrect in the Leroux during this preface. Erik (the Phantom) cannot have had a varied life, he explains, because surely he would have come to accept his deformity. Erik therefore must be younger. The list of things Forsyth thinks are wrong is absolutely endless and completely horrifying. He takes away everything that made Erik who he was in the Leroux and turns him into exactly what he claims he is not: a monster with no humanity.
As for the book itself: The writing comes from several, unnecessary viewpoints and is often hard to follow. These characters, some who don't even play a major part in the book, really don't have any purpose in narrating this. There is too little of the story to go on. Put simply, this book was supposed to be about Erik, and there is very little of Erik in this book. None, if you consider this isn't even the Erik most fans of the story love, but rather some perversion of his character, one who only worships gold. Truly, this book is an awful read with no emotion attached. It's the first time I've ever read a book about Erik and not had tears brought to my eyes. If you want a good book about this interesting character, read either the original or Susan Kay's book "Phantom". Those books, not Forsyth's, captured Erik's soul.
As for the book itself: The writing comes from several, unnecessary viewpoints and is often hard to follow. These characters, some who don't even play a major part in the book, really don't have any purpose in narrating this. There is too little of the story to go on. Put simply, this book was supposed to be about Erik, and there is very little of Erik in this book. None, if you consider this isn't even the Erik most fans of the story love, but rather some perversion of his character, one who only worships gold. Truly, this book is an awful read with no emotion attached. It's the first time I've ever read a book about Erik and not had tears brought to my eyes. If you want a good book about this interesting character, read either the original or Susan Kay's book "Phantom". Those books, not Forsyth's, captured Erik's soul.