You’re just a poor lonely laddie who likes to play with entrails.īut Green’s enthusiastic embrace of the oddball, the bizarre, and the misunderstood rebel aside, his books are usually fun. Jackie Boy, I never knew you were so sadly misunderstood. It burst the molecular structure of it into ten thousand little pieces. I’m afraid this didn’t just stretch my envelope of belief. I should say, old Jack fights for the Bad Guys who are really the Good Guys. In The Man with the Golden Torc, we have Jack the Ripper (I ask you, Jack the Ripper?!) fighting on the side of the Good Guys. Green can, of course, carry this Good-is-Bad, Bad-is-Good switch much too far. The Bad Guys in Green’s novels are really the Good Guys. That’s because whatever represents the Establishment in Green’s novels is always hypocritical and hollow, masquerading as Good while in fact thoroughly Bad. His heroes have not just a chip on their muscular shoulders, but a whole mountain. You might gather from this (especially if you’ve read Green’s unique and somewhat better Nightside series) that there’s plenty of slash, smash, crash, and burn in his work. Green alphabet, we would start, of course, with A for Action (although it could equally be A for Attitude, or A for Anti-Establishment), B for Bam! onward to W for Wham! and, of course, Z for Zombies. Green, The Man with the Golden Torc reviewed by Danielle L.
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