Frankenstein: Lost Souls: A Novel [Englisch] [Taschenbuch]

Instead of book four "Frankenstein: Lost Souls: A Novel" a better title would have been - book three and a half "Frankenstein: Dead and Alive: The Lost Chapters"

I really wanted to like this book but found it a complete disappointment. I enjoyed the series up until this point, with the fisrt book really being my favorite. It seems that this series has gone from a fun to read, stand alone novel (book one), to a pretty good, enjoyable on its own sequel (book two) to a somewhat disappointing less original follow up (book 3), to the latest installment which is really nothing more than the ending that should have been added to book 3. Rather than rehash all the shortcomings concerning dialog, character development, and plotting that have already been described by previous reviewers (which I totally agree with) I would simply add that prospective purchasers not bother with this unless they have read the previous books, and readers of the previous books not buy it if they simply want to find out what happens after book three. I can answer that in 2 words. "Not Much."

If this is any indication, book five (Coming in spring 2011!) will be about three thousand words describing how Victor Frankenstein's clone and the nano-monsters are defeated, but not before the super duper secret clone of the clone (Victor Frankenstein ver. 3.0) escapes to his island hideaway, or lair in the Alps to begin plotting mankinds destruction all over again. Perhaps the title of that book should read - "Frankenstein: Here We Go Again, Again..."

As I'm writing this, I'm grinding my teeth for having wasted money on the hardcover addition. The book borrows heavily from previous Koontz novels (remember Phantoms?), including the other three Frankenstein novels, a couple of movies, and of course the Bible.

The novel's problem isn't that it lacks action. The problem is that it gives you no reason to care that there is any action. The characters are so paper-thin and the dialogue so frustratingly sub-par, I wanted to skip whole pages until the dialogue ended. And the aforementioned action occurred in the last 25 pages. The book's chapters are 2 or 3 pages long, most paragraphs only 2-3 sentences, and there is a dearth of descriptive narrative.

What's new? A unoriginal 'creature' is introduced, a creation of the Victor-clone (which if you haven't figured out that Victor is a clone in the first 20 pages, then shame on you). This new creature is called a Builder. The Builder is composed of nanoanimals (a.k.a. nanobots, tiny autonomous machines). The Builders are super-strong, can change their shapes and attack flesh and blood and anything inorganic, repair themselves, create more nanoanimals, or transform themselves to look like playmates and/or playgirls. In other words, very hot men and women.

If this sounds just like the nanoanimals in the remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still (Two-Disc Widescreen Edition), whereby Gort transforms from a solid object to a whirlwind of nanoanimals, it's because they literally are. Whether or not Koontz saw the movie, the Builders are mini-Gorts. Composed entirely of nanoanimals, they can consume anything in their path. Including the plot.

The Victor-clone is an utter conundrum, and he is written as being utterly insane, so you end up not caring what happens to him because you can't relate to how he thinks or behaves. He wants to destroy the human race, then destroy the creatures that destroyed the human race, then commit suicide once everyone is dead. That's his master plan. Wow. That's the best Koontz can come up with? It's so amazingly silly you're not sure if you should laugh or cry or ask for your money back.

And why does he want to turn Earth into a human-free world just like Gort was doing before Klaatu (played by Keanu Reeves) stopped him/them/it? Lots of mumbo-jumbo about a tree falling in the woods and if it makes a sound if no one is around to hear it. We, apparently, are the trees in the forest. Once again, no suspension of disbelief.

The book is short, like all his recent books. Remember when he wrote four- or five-hundred page tomes dripping with character development, great descriptions, nail-biting action? Not anymore. Imagine him writing a book like his novel Strangers or Lightning and publishing it today? I think it would get five stars because you felt like you got your money's worth. Oh, and they were actually great books.

As the years go by his writing is getting so by-the-numbers that I literally can tell you what will happen to this or that character. He doesn't even try anymore. And why should he when we would plop down $20 to read his grocery list. His grammar is also devolving, which I think is a reflection of his editor not giving a hoot and rubber-stamping whatever comes out of Koontz's Macbook.

If he were writing this pseudo-religious drivel when he first started as a novelist he'd be dead in the water. No publisher would touch him. Some will say he earned the right to preach. My response is for him to get a pulpit, build a chapel, and call it the Church of Counted Sorrows. So yeah, we get it. You believe in something other than a great dark void after death, a soul-shattering emptiness that your readers feel after reading the highly unrewarding Lost Souls.

The other thing I've noticed in his books from the last decade, including this one, is that his stories have become frustratingly localized. Characters in his current crop of books simply don't get around much (remember Strangers?). Two main characters in Lost Souls live in San Fran when they are summoned to Montana, and that's about it. It's almost sad to see Koontz's imagination unable to visualize other locales. Not everyone lives in Laguna beach, where most of his stories take place. Sure, Stephen King does the same thing with most of his books as well, and to me it's pure and simple laziness. How many disasters can befall Castle Rock or California?

I have been a Koontz fan for many, many years. This is the first time I was actually angry with an author.

Why? This is only half of a book. Literally. The whole story in this new book is just a rehash of the previous books. Sure, there are some new ideas added. But, it isn't until the end that he finally gets around to starting the new story arc and suddenly... Buy book 2 in 2011!

This was a terrible disappointment. If this is the new Koontz, he needs to just start writing dog stories 100% of the time.

As for me, I will absolutely not be buying book 2 or 3 when they come out. In fact, Koontz, you owe me a refund.