Helpful Score: 16
First Line: My name is Wilkie Collins, and my guess, since I plan to delay the publication of this document for at least a century and a quarter beyond the date of my demise, is that you do not recognize my name.
Mr. Collins' plan went slightly awry in my case. I have eight of his novels in my library. Of course, I also have twenty-five of Dickens', which I do believe wouldn't set well with him at all.
There is a lot to like about this novel. Simmons' research into Victorian England as well as the lives and writings of both Dickens and Collins is exhaustive and insightful. The setting comes to life beneath his pen, particularly the smells. (If your olfactory sense is particularly acute, I would suggest having a handkerchief sprinkled with eau de cologne on stand-by.) The premise of the novel is the last five years of Charles Dickens' life, the basis of his last, unfinished, novel, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, and his friendship with Wilkie Collins. The mysterious figure of Drood is genuinely creepy at the beginning, and I read along, happily immersed in the pitch black streets of Dickens' Great Oven and caught up in the lives of the two authors. After all, this is one of my favorite time periods and two of my favorite writers.
But halfway through this gargantuan book, my pleasure rapidly began to fade, and it was then that I came to the conclusion that Simmons is just not the author for me. You see, I also tried to read his book, The Terror, and stopped shortly after the 150-page mark because I cared nothing for the characters and didn't appreciate the lack of action. Any action. I found the same thing happening in Drood. This book is almost 800 pages long, and it took half that before anything really started happening in the book. The creepiness of Drood faded, and what could have been a crafty, scary read turned into a dragging tale of jealousy and spite. All along, I felt as if the book set me up for an explosive conclusion, but it wasn't. The ending just seemed to waft away in a cloud of snarkiness and opium fumes. After reading almost 800 pages that did contain flashes of brilliance, I was left feeling that somewhere in all that paper and print, there was a tight, compelling 300-page thriller screaming to be turned loose.
I'm sorry, Mr. Simmons. You're just not the author for me. Since you seem to have quite a following, I'm certain I won't be missed.
Mr. Collins' plan went slightly awry in my case. I have eight of his novels in my library. Of course, I also have twenty-five of Dickens', which I do believe wouldn't set well with him at all.
There is a lot to like about this novel. Simmons' research into Victorian England as well as the lives and writings of both Dickens and Collins is exhaustive and insightful. The setting comes to life beneath his pen, particularly the smells. (If your olfactory sense is particularly acute, I would suggest having a handkerchief sprinkled with eau de cologne on stand-by.) The premise of the novel is the last five years of Charles Dickens' life, the basis of his last, unfinished, novel, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, and his friendship with Wilkie Collins. The mysterious figure of Drood is genuinely creepy at the beginning, and I read along, happily immersed in the pitch black streets of Dickens' Great Oven and caught up in the lives of the two authors. After all, this is one of my favorite time periods and two of my favorite writers.
But halfway through this gargantuan book, my pleasure rapidly began to fade, and it was then that I came to the conclusion that Simmons is just not the author for me. You see, I also tried to read his book, The Terror, and stopped shortly after the 150-page mark because I cared nothing for the characters and didn't appreciate the lack of action. Any action. I found the same thing happening in Drood. This book is almost 800 pages long, and it took half that before anything really started happening in the book. The creepiness of Drood faded, and what could have been a crafty, scary read turned into a dragging tale of jealousy and spite. All along, I felt as if the book set me up for an explosive conclusion, but it wasn't. The ending just seemed to waft away in a cloud of snarkiness and opium fumes. After reading almost 800 pages that did contain flashes of brilliance, I was left feeling that somewhere in all that paper and print, there was a tight, compelling 300-page thriller screaming to be turned loose.
I'm sorry, Mr. Simmons. You're just not the author for me. Since you seem to have quite a following, I'm certain I won't be missed.
Helpful Score: 7
People who read this book will fall into one of two categories:
1) You absolutely loved the book, devoured every word, and truly enjoyed the twists and subtleties of the well-crafted plot.
2) You absolutely hated the book and realize that it is 800 pages of your life that you will never be able to get back. Ever.
Personally, I loved the book. And if you are thinking about reading it, there are a few things (no spoilers included here) that you probably need to know.
* This is not a 700 page thriller. Drood is not a major character. In fact, he is barely even a minor character. So do not pick up this book and think that you are about to embark on a deep, dark, harrowing, fast-paced tale of cat and mouse with some spectral being who dominates the text. You will be sorely disappointed. And, quite possibly, bored out of your mind.
* This book is basically a faux-Wilkie Collins autobiography and in that respect it executes its mission perfectly. Seeing the author's life through his own laudanum-clouded eyes makes for very interesting reading. Collins is an unreliable narrator at best and you never truly know what is fact, what is fiction, what is drug-induced paranoia, and what is jealousy-driven contempt or self-delusion.
* Throughout this autobiography there are several gems of dialogue between Collins and Dickens regarding their own novels. There are some great discussions about plot ideas and devices for "The Moonstone" and "The Mystery of Edwin Drood". I now wonder if Simmons used these discussions about their work in order to have the same discussion with his own readers about his own work. Their collaborative banter speaks both to their current novels as well as to the plot of "Drood" as a whole. However, the importance of many of those passages will not be truly evident until the very end.
* Some consider the ending weak, but it left me thinking. It sent me back into the book once I finished it to fish out certain passages for additional clues and insights into what really happened.
* In order to get the most out of this book, I would suggest some pre-requisite reading. Of course, I would recommend Dickens' "The Mystery of Edwin Drood". I would also recommend "The Moonstone" by Wilkie Collins. Discussion of "The Moonstone" is found throughout this book, and if you haven't read it yet, you will find that the many spoilers in "Drood" will ruin much of its very well-crafted plot.
In summary, this is not a book for everyone. It is a treat for those who enjoy Victorian-era settings. It has moments of true creepiness that are spaced between pages and chapters of relative inactivity. It takes about 400 pages before the real Drood-inspired elements make a harrowing (but rather brief) appearance. My advice: read to page 200 or so. If the pacing and plot do not seem to suit your tastes, move on to something else. If you find enough to hold your interest, you might find this book to be a very rewarding read.
1) You absolutely loved the book, devoured every word, and truly enjoyed the twists and subtleties of the well-crafted plot.
2) You absolutely hated the book and realize that it is 800 pages of your life that you will never be able to get back. Ever.
Personally, I loved the book. And if you are thinking about reading it, there are a few things (no spoilers included here) that you probably need to know.
* This is not a 700 page thriller. Drood is not a major character. In fact, he is barely even a minor character. So do not pick up this book and think that you are about to embark on a deep, dark, harrowing, fast-paced tale of cat and mouse with some spectral being who dominates the text. You will be sorely disappointed. And, quite possibly, bored out of your mind.
* This book is basically a faux-Wilkie Collins autobiography and in that respect it executes its mission perfectly. Seeing the author's life through his own laudanum-clouded eyes makes for very interesting reading. Collins is an unreliable narrator at best and you never truly know what is fact, what is fiction, what is drug-induced paranoia, and what is jealousy-driven contempt or self-delusion.
* Throughout this autobiography there are several gems of dialogue between Collins and Dickens regarding their own novels. There are some great discussions about plot ideas and devices for "The Moonstone" and "The Mystery of Edwin Drood". I now wonder if Simmons used these discussions about their work in order to have the same discussion with his own readers about his own work. Their collaborative banter speaks both to their current novels as well as to the plot of "Drood" as a whole. However, the importance of many of those passages will not be truly evident until the very end.
* Some consider the ending weak, but it left me thinking. It sent me back into the book once I finished it to fish out certain passages for additional clues and insights into what really happened.
* In order to get the most out of this book, I would suggest some pre-requisite reading. Of course, I would recommend Dickens' "The Mystery of Edwin Drood". I would also recommend "The Moonstone" by Wilkie Collins. Discussion of "The Moonstone" is found throughout this book, and if you haven't read it yet, you will find that the many spoilers in "Drood" will ruin much of its very well-crafted plot.
In summary, this is not a book for everyone. It is a treat for those who enjoy Victorian-era settings. It has moments of true creepiness that are spaced between pages and chapters of relative inactivity. It takes about 400 pages before the real Drood-inspired elements make a harrowing (but rather brief) appearance. My advice: read to page 200 or so. If the pacing and plot do not seem to suit your tastes, move on to something else. If you find enough to hold your interest, you might find this book to be a very rewarding read.
Helpful Score: 6
The plot of this novel is incredibly complex, so I'll only touch upon it briefly. It deals with the last five years of Charles Dickens's life, and is narrated by his friend and sometime collaborator, Wilkie Collins. The story begins on the ninth of June, eighteen sixty-five, when Dickens is involved in a train accident. He later relates to Collins that he saw a sinister figure moving amongst the injured passengers. He names the character Drood. Collins is at first skeptical, knowing his friend to be the creative sort. But as events coalesce, Drood begins to infringe more and more into the lives of both men, and Collins begins to doubt his original skepticism.
I thought this book was great for a couple of different reasons. First and foremost, Collins is an unreliable narrator to the extreme. From the outset of the book, he freely admits to be addicted to laudanum, which he uses as a painkiller for his rheumatic gout. As the book progresses, he becomes addicted to both pure opium and morphine. It's also historically documented that Collins was prone to see visions, and Simmons uses this to build a strong case that our narrator doesn't grasp reality as well as he himself thinks. Thirdly, Collins is a habitual prevaricator, telling lies to almost every character in the novel at whim. Who's to say that the entire novel is not another of Wilkie Collin's lies just told on a grander scale?
I also loved how Simmons shows the deterioration of Dickens and Collins's relationship. In the beginning of the book, they're very close friends, truly enjoying each other's company. But, by the time Dickens passes away, the two men have fallen out quite bitterly, sniping at each other's work. This relationship is the true heart of the novel in my mind.
Simmons is a writer's writer in the truest sense. HYPERION, his most famous work to date, was a space opera structured like the Canterbury Tales and has tinges of Nordic legend. His books ILLIUM and OLYMPOS pay homage to Shakespeare and Proust against a backdrop of Homer's Greek mythology. So it doesn't come as much of a surprise that he decided to write a story about Dickens. The sheer audacity of the story, though, with its mixture of intrigue, squalor, Egyptian mythology, and deception makes the story a riveting read. And it's also interesting to see all of the commentary he's able to slip in about the work of these two literary contemporaries. That audacity is what I'll probably remember most in a year.
Now, DROOD is, without a doubt, a doorstop. But the story is absolutely worth the seven hundred plus pages it fills. I'd recommend this book to those who enjoy a good thriller set in a Victorian backdrop. You'll definitely get your credit's worth.
I thought this book was great for a couple of different reasons. First and foremost, Collins is an unreliable narrator to the extreme. From the outset of the book, he freely admits to be addicted to laudanum, which he uses as a painkiller for his rheumatic gout. As the book progresses, he becomes addicted to both pure opium and morphine. It's also historically documented that Collins was prone to see visions, and Simmons uses this to build a strong case that our narrator doesn't grasp reality as well as he himself thinks. Thirdly, Collins is a habitual prevaricator, telling lies to almost every character in the novel at whim. Who's to say that the entire novel is not another of Wilkie Collin's lies just told on a grander scale?
I also loved how Simmons shows the deterioration of Dickens and Collins's relationship. In the beginning of the book, they're very close friends, truly enjoying each other's company. But, by the time Dickens passes away, the two men have fallen out quite bitterly, sniping at each other's work. This relationship is the true heart of the novel in my mind.
Simmons is a writer's writer in the truest sense. HYPERION, his most famous work to date, was a space opera structured like the Canterbury Tales and has tinges of Nordic legend. His books ILLIUM and OLYMPOS pay homage to Shakespeare and Proust against a backdrop of Homer's Greek mythology. So it doesn't come as much of a surprise that he decided to write a story about Dickens. The sheer audacity of the story, though, with its mixture of intrigue, squalor, Egyptian mythology, and deception makes the story a riveting read. And it's also interesting to see all of the commentary he's able to slip in about the work of these two literary contemporaries. That audacity is what I'll probably remember most in a year.
Now, DROOD is, without a doubt, a doorstop. But the story is absolutely worth the seven hundred plus pages it fills. I'd recommend this book to those who enjoy a good thriller set in a Victorian backdrop. You'll definitely get your credit's worth.
Helpful Score: 5
This novel is billed as a story about the last years of Charles Dickens' life narrated by Wilkie Collins, but I think Collins was the central character in the book telling his story in the first person. Dickens was a supporting character although a very important one. Simmons takes his time telling a story and in "The Terror" it worked very well but "Drood" could have been pared down by several hundred pages and been a better book for it. Dickens and Collins groupies will probably love this book, but for me it was good but too wordy and too meandering. If you are just looking for a good story, there are better books to read. If you are interested in the relationship between Dickens and Collins or in either author individually, this book is for you.
Helpful Score: 2
I feel completely bi-polar when it comes to this book. On the one hand, there are sections that are indeed utterly engrossing and (as one other reader put it) deliciously creepy. The character of Drood starts out as this maybe-zombie, maybe-demon, maybe-man, which was enough to keep me going through the first 400 pages.
After that, however, it felt like a relationship I had with an ex; exciting and thrilling at times, but in between those thrills it was tedious, drawn out and something I knew wouldn't be staying in my heart forever. You can tell Simmons did a huge amount of research into the lives of Dickens and Collins, as well as the 'minor characters' who were parts of their lives, but after a while it definitely felt like a lot of the information was being included just because Simmons did the research and didn't want to go to waste.
While I'm glad I read the entire book, it's a lot easier to enjoy if you know a few things about the narrorator (Wilkie Collins) before reading it, namely that he was a narcissistic, ego-driven jerk (for lack of better word), just like Dickens.
After that, however, it felt like a relationship I had with an ex; exciting and thrilling at times, but in between those thrills it was tedious, drawn out and something I knew wouldn't be staying in my heart forever. You can tell Simmons did a huge amount of research into the lives of Dickens and Collins, as well as the 'minor characters' who were parts of their lives, but after a while it definitely felt like a lot of the information was being included just because Simmons did the research and didn't want to go to waste.
While I'm glad I read the entire book, it's a lot easier to enjoy if you know a few things about the narrorator (Wilkie Collins) before reading it, namely that he was a narcissistic, ego-driven jerk (for lack of better word), just like Dickens.
Helpful Score: 1
I have loved many others of Dan Simmons' books, but Drood wasn't one of them. I waited for the horror and the terror of the underworld, and I didn't get it. Although I finished the book, I didn't get the satisfaction I've gotten from some of his other novels (like Olympos, Hyperion, and Song of Kali). Drood just felt drawn out, and while this wasn't supposed to be an action-packed book, I still expected something to happen, and I felt like it never did.
If you're a Simmons fan, give it a try. If you've never read Simmons before, don't start with Drood.
If you're a Simmons fan, give it a try. If you've never read Simmons before, don't start with Drood.
Helpful Score: 1
I had both reactions as the 2 other reviewers here. I loved the attention to atmosphere and details of both Collins' and Dickens' lives, but I was burning for the book to have a point & eventually felt as disappointed as I was with another long epic with a wimpy, pointless conclusion: The Stand by Stephen King. For most of the book, I had the sense that Simmons was trying to imitate the long-winded expository style of the novels from Collins' and Dickens' time. If so, he succeeded; however, it's not a light read and on more than one occasion it felt like he had information and darn it, he was going to include it even if it made scenes interminable.
The book really is misnamed and misleading. "Drood" is really a novelized biography of Dickens and Collins' relationship. I don't think I would have made it through the book if I had read it. I chose to go with the unabridged audio recording and the narrator made it as enjoyable as it could be, given the book being read.
This reminded me of Simmons' book Carrion Comfort - huge, detailed, but endlessly circling and then meandering off into nowhere.
The book really is misnamed and misleading. "Drood" is really a novelized biography of Dickens and Collins' relationship. I don't think I would have made it through the book if I had read it. I chose to go with the unabridged audio recording and the narrator made it as enjoyable as it could be, given the book being read.
This reminded me of Simmons' book Carrion Comfort - huge, detailed, but endlessly circling and then meandering off into nowhere.
Helpful Score: 1
While I found this book interesting--having read most of Dicken's works including The Mystery of Edwin Drood--it kind of lags toward the end and I was ready for it to be over. Be warned that you will most likely need a dictionary; I have a strong vocabulary and there were at least a notepad worth of words that I had to look up! If you like Dickens and Victorian novels with mysterious elements you should enjoy this book but note that you do have to pay attention--not something to read casually.
I must say this was an extremely well written novel. The author's skill at writing as Wilkie Collins was simply mesmerizing! ;) I felt like I was sitting in Wilkie's library as he spoke to me. Some readers have complained about the ending and I won't insert any spoilers here, but I felt the ending was extremely fitting in more than one way. It just fit into the overall pattern of the story and situation. One of the best novels I've read in quite some time.
I enjoyed this book quite a bit. It made me very curious about the real lives of both Charles Dickens and the Salieri-like narrator, Wilkie Collins. I think that Simmons did an excellent job in constructing his tale. I just loved the relationship between Dickens and Wilkie. And Wilkie made for a great narrator! The book's only weakness was its resolution, though I can see where some would be daunted by its length. All in all, an entertaining and exciting book!
Charles Dickens was the first, or one of the first, authors to be extremely popular in his lifetime. He married in his mid-twenties, and he and his wife had 10 children over about 20 years. At 47 he fell in love with the daughter of an actress, Ellen Ternan, age 17, and tried to keep her a secret for the rest of his life. He and his children remained in his main residence, with his sister-in-law as homemaker, and he bought a home for his wife, one for his mistress and her mother, and yet another near his mistress where he could write. While returning from a visit to France, Dickens, Ellen, and her mother shared a compartment that was minimally damaged in a horrifically deadly train wreck. This traumatic wreck affected CD for years to come, and mysterious activities related to it are the basis of this book. The story is narrated by Wilkie Collins, fellow author and opium addict. You will probably like this book if you are a fan Dan Simmons, of Dickens or Collins' works, or of creepy stories based in Victorian London. I liked other of this author's books -- my favorite being Black Hills, which is the most reality-based book of his that I've read. I've also read The Terror, and Drood is more like that tale.
771 pages of mystery--this book intrigued me because it gave a colorful picture of Charles Dickens and the Londonof his day, told from the viewpoint of his friend,fellow writer and rival(?), Wilkie Collins. I was never absolutely sure of the story being told: was some of the narration opium dreams? Was the "monster" villain, Drood, real or imagined?
I can't rate it! I have to be honest and tell you that I never read it. It appealed to me greatly. But, I tried once and could not get through it. So, I put it away. Later, going through my 'to be read' stack of books I came across it again and read the jacket. Intrigues me! I tried a second time and just could not get through it, so I put it aside and this last time, I was cleaning out my books I decided it's time to give up on it since I have so many more books to read. Give someone else a chance because I know I'm not going to finish it. So, some other reader will have to give it a rating as I can't since I didn't finish it.
One of the most tedious books I have ever read. The subplot consists of dialogues between Charles Dickens and another author. I had to skim through most of the dialogue to get to the plot. I would not recommend this book to anyone in his/her right mind. (Unless you happen to be a Charles Dickens scholar).
