This bone-chilling novel, in which a medieval devil speaks directly to his reader—his tone murderous one moment, seductive the next—is a never-before-published memoir allegedly penned in the year 1438. The demon has embedded himself in the very words of this tale of terror, turning the book itself into a dangerous object, laced with menace only too ready to break free and exert its power.
Ah, Clive Barker. His books are like a drug. Once you get started, you just don't want to put it down. And although this book made me feel the same way, it took me longer to read it than I wanted... I had a bunch of other stuff getting in the way. You all know how real life goes. :/
Anyway, the other day I (really) got stuck into it and read until I got to the end. Got it finished first thing yesterday morning. Wow. He's good. Clive Barker can weave a tale out of nothing and suck you into the plot. The tension was there, it kept getting tighter and tighter, until I couldn't wait to see what the big and horrid secret was...
Of course I'm not gonna tell you. ;) But Jakabok was a strange narrator. He sure had a lot of empty threats to hand out. It was a very intimately told tale about a demon's life and how he got where he is now. I really enjoyed it.
There's a lot of typical nitty-gritty description of things that aren't pretty in life too.
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