A review by evieshka
The Phantom of Manhattan by Frederick Forsyth

1.0

Who in their right mind would allow an author to pervert and trample a classic the way Forsyth has done with this sorry excuse for a "sequel"?

Serves me right, anyhow. I'm rarely impressed by sequels.

It seems to me that he [Forsyth] marketed this one to readers who are totally oblivious to the existance of Leroux's novel, and who have latched on to the idea that "the play" is where it all began.