The Gargoyle

I finished The Gargoyle today. That was a really good book. The narrator starts out as a physically beautiful porn star. At the beginning of the book, he has a car accident that burns most of his body. He loses fingers, toes, ears, most of his hair and perhaps most tragically, his dick. A lady named Marianne Engel finds him in his hospital room and she changes his life.

He spends the story recovering from his burns and Marianne is there to help him through it by telling him stories of their past lives together. The amount of detail (and probably research) that went into this book, not just the burn part, but the history and language and religions, etc. amazed me. There are many, many references to Inferno by Dante. I actually picked Inferno up at the library yesterday and it was helpful to see what Davidson (the author) was doing. That isn’t a requirement for keeping up with the story though.

I have one complaint about the book and that was that some of the phrasing was a little repetitive. For instance, people stuck out their chests or pulled up their chests a lot. However, given that the book is 528 pages long, I can’t hold it against him. If I tried to write something that long, I’m sure I would repeat myself too.

I don’t want to ruin the story for anyone who might want to read it so I won’t go into much detail. I will say that this book is very intelligent without being uppity. I think that’s a difficult balance.