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4.0 out of 5 stars
Deliciously creepy, January 31, 2009
At nearly 800 pages, Drood is literally a doorstopper of a book. Set in 1865 through 1870, the story centers around Charles Dickens, beginning with his train accident at Staplehurst on the ninth of June. On that very day, as Dickens rushes to assist the dead and dying, he meets a mysterious, and quite creepy, man named Drood. Dickens's story is narrated by Wilkie Collins, both friend and competitor, as Drood plays a kind of cat-and-mouse game with the two authors, in the dangerous underbelly of London.
I had a really, really hard time putting this book down. It's just my kind of novel: lots of adventure, lots of tension. The narrator has a tendency to wander a bit, going off on tangents when he should be following the story, but I didn't see the extra information (and there's a lot of it thrown in) as detracting from it. Rather, I liked all the biographical notes on both Dickens and Collins, and I liked the interactions they had with one another, and the creative give-and-take of information that lead to novels like The Moonstone and The Mystery of Edwin Drood. Although Collins talks mostly about Dickens (sometimes with jealousy) and his demons, Collins finds that he has a few demons of his own to vanquish.
The biggest problem I had with this book was the ending. Honestly, I felt a bit cheated: the ending of the book was very anticlimactic, disappointing after all that wonderful buildup. And there are some parts of Chapter 25 that sound as though Simmons ripped them right from the movie The Mummy.
But for the most part, I enjoyed this novel. It contained great characters (though both Dickens and Collins could be infuriating at times), and great suspense.
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261 of 306 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
Don't Judge This Book By Its Jacket, March 4, 2009
I have been a fan of Dan Simmons work for over 20 years and this is the 25th book that I have read by him. I almost always enjoy his work. That being said I have never been so surprised by all the 5-star reviews for a book as I am with this one. If you read the jacket blurb on Dan Simmons' latest novel you would think that this book was about a mysterious underworld character named Drood, who Charles Dickens obsessed over in the last 5 years of his life. Or you may think that the book is centered on Dickens himself. Both of these sound interesting but unfortunately this book is about neither.
It is about, and narrated by, one Wilkie Collins, Charles Dickens' friend, collaborator and competitor. This is more of a personal diary than an actual story. When you read this you will want Wilkie to get to the point on Dickens and Drood but what you will get get for most of the book is Wilkie's ramblings about every aspect of his personal life. You will get detailed self-absorbed descriptions about his writing, his 2 relationships with women, his theater work, his dining habits, his relationship with his mother, his appearance, which one of his various places he will sleep on a given night, his increasing dependence on opium, and lengthy descriptions of his domestic situations. Over 771 pages he will spare you no detail. Simmons is a good writer so some of these are interesting or humorous but nowhere close to entertain us over almost 800 pages. Yes, there is a story in here about Dickens and Drood (sort of) but maybe this covers one third of the book. To say that half or more of this book should have been lopped off by a good editor is in no way an exaggeration.
But what is truly amazing is that if one manages to wade through all the minutiae of Wilkie Collins' life to get to the meat of the Dickens/Drood story there is an additional caveat - as the story goes on Wilkie is more and more impaired by opium so you can't rely on everything his says being true! Did this event actually happen? Did Wilkie imagine it? Have a hallucination? Often we never find out and you realize that most of this book is pointless.
Now I suspect that the author's response to my criticism would probably point out that this is the point of the book - the jealousy, arrogance and weakness of Collins compared to the great Dickens. That may be so but I personally can't take this in such a large dose, and more importantly no one could possibly get a clue from the marketing of this book that this is in fact what it is about! I will admit to greatly enjoying the last 50 pages of this book as Wilkie's character is exposed even further; It is just a shame that it took such a long and sometimes tedious path to get there.
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15 of 16 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
Rarely has a book begun so promisingly..., December 10, 2010
...and ended so poorly. The opening chapters of Drood had me completely hooked. "Can't wait to read all of DS' novels," I thought. "Man, this guy can write." Well, turns out DS has Dickensian ambitions but talents for story-craft that fall far short of the Dickensian. To whit: Drood is long. Endlessly endlessly long. And far from the fascinating exploration of the human psyche -- healthy or addled, murderous or mild -- that some critics claim, it is the banalest of explorations, chicken scratches on the surface of what might (and at 800 pages(!) should) have been a psychologically penetrating narrative. Another DS pretension: that he is master of the unexpected. The 'twist' in this novel comes about 30 pages before the novel wraps. Let me just say: seriously? That's your idea of a zinger, DS? No spoilers here; if you've read this far and decide to slog through Drood anyway, far be it from me to chip away at what little reading pleasure you're likely take from the experience. Who knows, perhaps your own readerly sympathies will align with those of the Publisher's Weekly critic who gave Drood a "starred" review, or the New Yorker critic who crows that DS is "a master of otherworldly suspense" who "cleverly explores envy's corrosive effects." My theory: both critics wrote their reviews under the corrosive influence of laudanum and the mesmeric arts.
My second star is for DS' occasional flashes of writerly brilliance. When this guy writes well, he really really writes well. 50 pages' worth of Drood was the stuff of a 5-star novel for sure. Would that Dickens or Collins had risen from the grave to rewrite the remaining 700...
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