Thomas Harris isn't high on my list of favorite thriller-writers (I like Thomas Perry much better, for example), and I didn't care that much for the 'Lambs' movie, but I saw this on the new-book shelf at the library, and ended up staying up late, turning pages.
The storytelling is topnotch, as thrillers go, and the gruesomeness seemed reasonable by current standards. But I have to agree with the many reviewers who were appalled by the ending-- it sure seems to me like Harris is admitting that Hannibal is his own hero-- a Nietzschean superman who has risen above ordinary standards.
I wouldn't share a dinner table with Harris after reading this!
And the assumption, thruout the book, that Hannibal's expensive tastes are something to admire, really rubbed me the wrong way (though this is very common nowadays).
Also, the editing/proofreading is staggeringly inept, which adds to the sense that we're witnessing the author's own moral collapse rather than an artistic effect. I quite expect to read about him in the scandal sheets in the coming years, putting his expressed philosophy into practice.
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