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With translation rights sold in twenty-five countries, Gordon Dahlquist’s spectacular and extraordinary debut novel was one of the most-talked-about acquisitions of 2005. Now this monumental Victorian thriller is destined to be the publishing sensation of 2006.

It began with a simple note: a letter of rejection from Miss Temple’s fiancé, written on crisp Ministry paper and delivered on her maid’s silver tray. But for Miss Temple, Roger Bascombe’s cruel rejection will ignite a ...

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Overview

With translation rights sold in twenty-five countries, Gordon Dahlquist’s spectacular and extraordinary debut novel was one of the most-talked-about acquisitions of 2005. Now this monumental Victorian thriller is destined to be the publishing sensation of 2006.

It began with a simple note: a letter of rejection from Miss Temple’s fiancé, written on crisp Ministry paper and delivered on her maid’s silver tray. But for Miss Temple, Roger Bascombe’s cruel rejection will ignite a harrowing quest for answers, plunging her into a mystery as dizzying as a hall of mirrors—and a remote estate where danger abounds and all inhibitions are stripped bare.…Thus begins Gordon Dahlquist’s debut novel of Victorian suspense—at once a dazzling feast for the senses and a beguiling, erotic literary adventure.

Nothing could have prepared Miss Temple for where her pursuit of Roger Bascombe would take her—or for the shocking things she would find behind the closed doors of forbidding Harschmort Manor: men and women in provocative disguise, acts of licentiousness and violence, heroism and awakening. But she will also find two allies: Cardinal Chang, a brutal assassin with the heart of a poet, and a royal doctor named Svenson, at once fumbling and heroic—both of whom, like her, lost someone at Harschmort Manor. As the unlikely trio search for answers—hurtling them from elegant brothels to gaslit alleyways to shocking moments of self-discovery-- they are confronted by puzzles within puzzles. And the closer they get to the truth, the more their lives are in danger. For the conspiracy they face—an astonishing alchemy of science, perverted religion, and lust for power—is so terrifying as to be beyond belief.

In a novel that shatters conventions and seethes with danger and eroticism, Gordon Dahlquist has made a spectacular literary debut. And in Miss Temple he has created an unforgettable guide through a disturbing, seductive, and all-too-real world. By turns brutal and tender, shocking and deliciously romantic, The Glass Books of The Dream Eaters is a novel for the ages, a bold and brilliant work of the imagination

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Acclaimed director and playwright Gordon Dahlquist's unique debut novel is a shelf-bending (almost 800 pages!) tour de force that skillfully blends elements of historical mystery, suspense, romance/erotica, dark fantasy, and even science fiction.

Set in a world vaguely reminiscent of 19th-century Europe, the novel begins with a naïve would-be socialite named Celeste Temple receiving a letter from her fiancé, who informs her that their engagement is over. With no explanation whatsoever, her beau -- an up-and-coming figure in the Foreign Ministry named Roger Bascombe -- has regretfully ended the relationship and asked Miss Temple to never contact him again. The irrepressibly inquisitive Temple, however, decides to follow Bascombe after-hours and tails him to a remote country mansion, where she sneaks into a masquerade ball and witnesses young women -- apparently under the influence of a mysterious mind control device -- being violently assaulted and sexually brutalized. After barely escaping with her life, Temple eventually joins forces with a philosophical assassin and a royal doctor to try and somehow make sense of it all…

If Dahlquist's wildly ambitious debut were fast food, it would undoubtedly be supersized. Everything about The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters is massive -- from the daunting cast of characters to the multitude of subplots. Adventursome readers who like challenging story lines (like Hal Duncan's Vellum, Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy, et al.) will surely enjoy this genre-transcendent novel; mystery and suspense fans looking for a quick read should look elsewhere for their literary kicks. Paul Goat Allen
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Debut novelist Dahlquist aims for a blockbuster with a mishmash of Sherlock Holmes, Jane Eyre and Eyes Wide Shut that never quite comes together. Three months after 25-year-old Celeste Temple travels from "her island" (a Bermuda-like place) plantation home to Victorian London, fiancé Roger Bascombe breaks their engagement. Driven more by curiosity than desire, she follows him from his job at the foreign ministry to Harschmort House, where, with little prodding, she quickly finds herself in silk undergarments at a ritual involving masked guests and two-way mirrors. Making her escape, Miss Temple (as she's called throughout) kills a henchman. Ceremony organizers pursue her as she pursues their secrets. Poetry-quoting assassin Cardinal Chang and diplomat Dr. Abelard Svenson come to her aid. Chang tries to save a half-Chinese prostitute; Abelard tries to save a governess named Elöise; Miss Temple discovers she is not the woman she thought she was, nor Roger the man she hoped for. Meanwhile, through science and alchemy, evildoers capture erotic memories and personal will in blue crystals. Dahlquist introduces so many characters, props and plot twists, near-death experiences and narrow escapes that the novel has the feel of a frantic R-rated classic comic book—if comics were arch. (Aug. 29)
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After her fiance terminates their engagement-by letter, no less-Celeste dons a disguise and follows him to murky Harschmort Manor, where big surprises await. This Victorian thriller, playwright Dahlquist's fiction debut, has been sold to 26 countries. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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A bloated, wildly fanciful Edgar Allan Poe-esque tale, seemingly set in Victorian London, follows a jilted young woman's plucky resolve to get to the bottom of her fiance's mysterious disappearance. Miss Celestial Temple, a young woman of respectable means, receives an incomprehensible letter at her hotel from her intended, Roger Bascombe, abruptly ending their engagement-and she decides to follow him. It proves quite an adventure, taking Miss Temple on a curious train ride and depositing her in a sumptuous house equipped with a theater in which she witnesses strangely erotic experiments on women, while Bascombe and others watch from the gallery. Giving her name as Isobel Hastings, she is coerced into a masked ball and nearly raped trying to escape before managing to make her way back to the city. Meanwhile, a certain shady Cardinal Chang, so-called because of his red topcoat and Asian appearance, is hired to knock off Colonel Arthur Trapping, commander of the 4th Dragoons, who is already dead and disfigured by the time Chang gets to him. Numerous characters become absorbed in Trapping's murder, such as Doctor Abelard Svenson, who acts as the ward of a young, profligate, weak-willed prince, Karl-Horst van Maasmarck, engaged to be married, for political reasons, to Lord Vandaariff's daughter, Lydia. The prince vanishes inexplicably, and the doctor finds in his rooms two glass cards, the size of calling cards, through which several notable characters, namely Bascombe, can be viewed in revealing and intimate moving images. The plot travels perilously tortuous paths, as together Doctor Svenson, Miss Temple and Chang track missing characters whose names keep changing to confound thedefenseless reader. They are lured back to the theater, where a cabal of dangerous men possesses glass books into which people drain their minds. Way, way over the top.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780385340359
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/1/2006
  • Pages: 768
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.40 (h) x 2.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Gordon Dahlquist is a native of the Pacific Northwest, where he worked for several years writing and directing plays. Since 1988 he has lived in New York. He has been a member of New Dramatists, is a New York Theatre Workshop Usual Suspect, and a founding member of the CiNE. His works include Messalina (Evidence Room, Los Angeles: SPF, New York), text for Babylon Is Everywhere: A Court Masque (CiNE, Schaeberle Theatre; Theatre Magazine), Delirium Palace (Evidence Room, Los Angeles; published in Breaking Ground), The Secret Machine (Twilight Theatre Company at Solo Rep), Vortex du Plaisir (Ice Factory ’99 Festival at the Ohio Theatre, WKCR’S Manhattan Theatre of the Air), Island of Dogs (4th Street Theatre), Severity’s Mistress (Soho Rep Theatre, New York University; winner of Primary stages’ Bug &Bub award), Mission Byzantium! (American Globe Theatre, NYTW’s Just Add Water Festival), and Reitcence (Horace Mann Theatre).

He has written and directed several experimental films, that have been selected for the San Francisco International Film Festival, the Seattle International Film Festival, and the Northwest Film and Video Film Festival. He is a graduate of Reed College and Columbia University’s School of the Arts. He has received two Garland Playwriting Awards for Messalina and Delirium Palace.

The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters is his first novel.

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The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters


By Gordon Dahlquist

Random House

Gordon Dahlquist
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ISBN: 0385340354


Chapter One

It would be simple enough to follow him. Roger was a man of habits, and even when his hours of work were irregular he would still take his mid-day meal, whenever he did take it, at the same restaurant. Miss Temple found an antiquarian book shop across the street--where, as she was obliged to purchase something for standing so long watching through its window, she on impulse selected a complete four-volume Illustrated Lives of Sea Martyrs. The books were detailed enough to warrant her spending the time in the window, apparently examining the colored plates, while actually watching Roger first enter and then, after an hour, re-emerge, alone, from the heavy doors across the street. He walked straight back into the Ministry courtyard. Miss Temple arranged for her purchase to be delivered to the Boniface, and walked back into the street, feeling like a fool.

She had re-crossed the square before her reason convinced her that she was not so much a fool as an inexperienced observer. It was pointless to watch from outside the restaurant. It was only from inside that she could have determined whether or not Roger dined alone, or with others, or with which particular others, or whether with any of whom he might have shared significant words--all crucial information. Further, unless he had merely thrown her over forhis work--which she doubted, scoffing--she was like to learn nothing from observing his working day. It was after work--obviously--that any real intelligence would be gathered. Abruptly, for by this time she was across the square and in the midst of the shops, she entered a store whose windows were thick with all shapes of luggage, hampers, oilskins, gaiters, pith helmets, lanterns, telescopes, and a ferocious array of walking sticks. She emerged some time later, after exacting negotiations, wearing a ladies black traveling cloak, with a deep hood and several especially cunning pockets. A visit to another shop filled one pocket with opera glasses, and a visit to a third weighed down a second pocket with a leather bound notebook and an all-weather pencil. Miss Temple then took her tea.

Between cups of Darjeeling and two scones slathered with cream she made opening entries in the notebook, prefacing her entire endeavor and then detailing the day's work so far. That she now had a kind of uniform and a set of tools made everything that much easier and much less about her particular feelings, for tasks requiring clothes and accoutrements were by definition objective, even scientific, in nature. In keeping with this, she made a point to write her entries in a kind of cipher, replacing proper names and places with synonyms or word-play that hopefully would be impenetrable to all but herself (all references to the Ministry were to "Minsk" or even just "Russia", and Roger himself--in a complex train of thought that started with him as a snake that had shed his skin, to a snake being charmed by the attractions of others, to India, and finally, because of his still-remarkable personal presence--became "the Rajah"). Against the possibility that she might be making her observations for some time and in some discomfort, she ordered a sausage roll for later. It was placed on her table, wrapped in thick wax paper, and presently bundled into another pocket of her cloak.

Though the winter was verging into spring, the city was still damp around the edges, and the evenings colder than the lengthening days seemed to promise. Miss Temple left the tea shop at four o'clock, knowing Roger to leave usually at five, and hired a carriage. She instructed her driver in a low, direct tone of voice, after assuring him he would be well paid for his time, that they would be following a gentleman, most likely in another carriage, and that she would rap on the roof of the coach to indicate the man when he appeared. The driver nodded, but said nothing else. She took his silence to mean that this was a usual enough thing, and felt all the more sure of herself, settling in the back of the coach, readying her glasses and her notebook, waiting for Roger to appear. When he did, some 40 minutes later, she nearly missed him, amusing herself for the moment by peering through the opera glasses into nearby open windows--but some tingling intuition caused her to glance back at the courtyard gates just in time to see Roger (standing in the road with an air of confidence and purpose that made her breath catch) flag down a coach of his own. Miss Temple rapped sharply on the roof of the coach, and they were off.

The thrill of the chase--complicated by the thrill of seeing Roger (which she was nearly certain was the result of the task at hand and not any residual affection)--was quickly tempered when, after the first few turns, it became evident that Roger's destination was nothing more provocative than his own home. Again, Miss Temple was forced to admit the possibility that her rejection might have been in favor of no rival, but, as it were, immaculate. It was possible. It might even have been preferable. Indeed, as her coach trailed along the route to the Bascombe house--a path she knew so well as to once have considered it nearly her own--she reflected on the likelihood that it was that another woman had taken her place in Roger's heart. To her frank mind, it was not likely at all. Looking at the facts of Roger's day--a Spartan path of work to meal to work to home where undoubtedly he would, after a meal, immerse himself in still more work--it was more reasonable to conclude that he had placed her second to his vaulting ambition. It seemed a stupid choice, as she felt she could have assisted him in any number of sharp and subtle ways, but she could at least follow the (faulty, childish) logic. She was imagining Roger's eventual realization of what he had (callously, foolishly, blindly) thrown aside, and then her own strange urge to comfort him in this sure-to-be-imminent distress when she saw that they had arrived. Roger's coach had stopped before his front entrance, and her own a discreet distance behind.

Roger did not get out of the coach. Instead, after a delay of some minutes, the front door opened and his manservant Phillips came toward the coach bearing a bulky black-wrapped bundle. He handed this to Roger through the open coach door, and then in turn received Roger's black satchel and two thickly bound portfolios of paper. Phillips carried these items of Roger Bascombe's work day back into the house, and closed the door behind him. A moment later, Roger's coach jerked forward, returning at some pace into the thick of the city. Miss Temple rapped on her coach's ceiling and was thrown back into her seat as the horses leapt ahead, resuming their trailing surveillance.

By this time it was fully dark, and Miss Temple was more and more forced to rely on her driver that they were on the right path. Even when she leaned her head out of the window--now wearing the hood for secrecy--she could only glimpse the coaches ahead of them, with no longer a clear confidence about which might be Roger's at all. This feeling of uncertainty took deeper hold the longer they drove along, as now the first tendrils of evening fog began to reach them, creeping up from the river. By the time they stopped again, she could barely see her own horses. The driver leaned down and pointed to a high, shadowed archway over a great staircase that led down into a cavernous gas-lit tunnel. She stared at it and realized that the shifting ground at its base, which she first took to be rats streaming into a sewer, was actually a crowd of dark-garbed people flowing through and down into the depths below. It looked absolutely infernal, a sickly-yellow portal surrounded by murk, offering passage to hideous depths.

"Stropping, Miss," the driver called down and then, in response to Miss Temple's lack of movement, "train station." She felt as if she'd been slapped--or at least the hot shame she imagined being actually slapped must feel like. Of course it was the train station. A sudden spike of excitement drove her leaping from the cab to the cobblestones. She quickly thrust money into the driver's hand and launched herself toward the glowing arch. Stropping Station. This was exactly what she had been looking for--Roger was doing something else.

It took her a few desperate moments to find him, having wasted valuable seconds gaping in the coach. The tunnel opened into a larger staircase that led down into the main lobby and past that to the tracks themselves, all under an intricate and vast canopy of ironwork and soot-covered brick. "Like Vulcan's cathedral," Miss Temple smiled, the vista spreading out beneath her, rather proud of so acutely retaining her wits. Beyond coining similes, she had the further presence of mind to step to the side of the stairs, use a lamp post to perch herself briefly on a railing, and with that vantage use the opera glasses to look over the whole of the crowd--which her height alone would never have afforded. It was only a matter of moments before she found Roger. Again, instead of immediately rushing, she followed his progress across the lobby to a particular train. When she was sure she had seen him enter the train, she climbed off of the railing and set off first to find out where it was going, and then to buy a ticket.

She had never been in a station of such size--Stropping carried all traffic to the north and west--much less at the crowded close of a working day, and to Miss Temple it was like being thrust into an ant-hill. It was usual in her life for her small size and delicate strength to pass unnoticed, taken for granted but rarely relevant, like an unwillingness to eat eels. In Stropping Station, however, despite knowing where she was going (to the large chalk board detailing platforms and destinations), Miss Temple found herself shoved along pell mell, quite apart from her own intentions, the view from within her hood blocked by a swarm of elbows and waistcoats. Her nearest comparison was swimming in the sea against a mighty mindless tide. She looked up and found landmarks in the ceiling, constellations of ironwork, to judge her progress and direction, and in this way located an advertising kiosk she had seen from the stairs. She worked her way around it and launched herself out again at another angle, figuring the rate of drift to reach another lamp post that would allow her to step high enough to see the board.

The lamp post reached, Miss Temple began to fret about the time. Around her--for there were many, many platforms--whistles fervently signaled arrivals and departures, and she had no idea, in her subterranean shuffling, whether Roger's train had already left. Looking up at the board, she was pleased to see that it was sensibly laid out in columns indicating train number, destination, time, and platform. Roger's train--at platform 12--left at 6:23, for the Orange Canal. She craned her head to see the station clock--another hideous affair involving angels, bracketing each side of the great face (as if keeping it up with their wings), impassively gazing down, one holding a pair of scales, the other a bared sword. Between these two black metal specters of judgment, Miss Temple saw with shock that it was 6:17. She threw herself off the lamp post toward the ticket counter, burrowing vigorously through a sea of coats. She emerged, two minutes later, at the end of an actual ticket line, and within another minute reached the counter itself. She called out her destination--the end of the line, round-trip--and dropped a handful of heavy coins onto the marble, pushing them peremptorily at the clerk, who looked beakily at her from the other side of a wire cage window. His pale fingers flicked out from under the cage to take her money and shoved back a perforated ticket. Miss Temple snatched it and bolted for the train.

A conductor stood with a lantern, one foot up on the stairs into the last car, ready to swing himself aboard. It was 6:22. She smiled at him as sweetly as her heaving breath would allow, and pushed past onto the car. She had only just stopped at the top of the steps to gather her wits when the train pulled forward, nearly knocking her off her feet. She flung her arms out against the wall to keep her balance and heard a chuckle behind her. The conductor stood with a smile at the base of the steps in the open doorway, the platform moving past behind him. Miss Temple was not used to being laughed at in any circumstance, but between her mission, her disguise, and her lack of breath, she could find no immediate retort and instead of gaping like a fish merely turned down the corridor to find a compartment. The first was empty and so she opened the glass door and sat in the middle seat facing the front of the train. To her right was a large window. As she restored her composure, the last rushing view of Stropping Station--the platform, the trains lined up, the vaulted brick cavern--vanished, swallowed by the blackness of a tunnel.

The compartment was all dark wood, with a rather luxurious red velvet upholstery for the bank of three seats on either side. A small milk white globe gave off a meager gleam, pallid and dim, but enough to throw her reflection against the dark window. Her first instinct had been to pull off the cloak and breathe easily, but though Miss Temple was hot, scattered, and with no sense of where she was exactly going, she knew enough to sit still until she was thinking clearly. Orange Canal was some distance outside the city, nearly to the coast, with who knew how many other stops in between, any one of which might be Roger's actual destination. She had no idea who else might be on the train, and if they might know her, or might know Roger, or might in fact be the journey's reason itself. What if there were no destination at all, merely some rail-bound assignation? In any case, it was clear that she had to find Roger's location on the train or she would never know if he disembarked or if he met someone. As soon as the conductor came to take her ticket, she would begin to search.

He did not come. It had already been some minutes, and he had only been a few yards away. She didn't remember seeing him go past--perhaps when she entered?--and began to get annoyed, his malingering on top of the chuckle making her loathe the man. She stepped into the corridor. He was not there. She narrowed her eyes and began to walk forward, carefully, for the last thing she wanted--even with the cloak--was to stumble into Roger unawares. She crept to the next compartment, craned her head around so she could peer into it. No one. There were eight compartments in the car, and they were all empty.

The train rattled along, still in darkness. Miss Temple stood at the door to the next car and peered through the glass. It looked exactly like the car she was in. She opened the door and stepped through--another eight compartments without a single occupant.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2006

    unstoppably perilous scenarios, but a fun read

    After the fiftieth or so time one of the heroes escaped from a certainly fatal encounter, I started to be weary of the drama of it all. But I must admit, I became fond of Temple, Chang and Svenson, and rooted for them anyway. The erotic tilt was not overwhelming and made the long read overall quite fun.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2006

    Eyes Wide Crossed

    Seldom has a story started out so promisingly and ground to such a disappointing halt under the weight of it's confusing plot. I enjoyed the three main characters as well as it's Victorian setting, but their character development and relationships were abandoned in the last half in service of it's bewildering cast of villains and it's overwrought narrative. There's a lot to like about this novel, but if you venture it, you'll need to keep notes on all the characters, there were just too many of them for me to keep straight.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2006

    This is a wild over the top but fun Victorian thriller

    The note on Ministry paper from her fiancé Roger Bascombe simply said that his engagement to Celeste Temple is terminated. Not upset over the abrupt ending of their engagement or even his cowardly cruel method of delivering, twenty-five years old Miss Temple simply needs to know why. She decides to find out first hand.---------------- Leaving her island paradise, Miss Temple travels to London to learn the truth. Disguising herself she serendipitously trails Roger from the foreign ministry to Harschmort House. The curiously intrepid visitor sneaks inside the stately mansion only to find odd goings-on especially at the theater in which Miss Temple sits in the audience apparently enjoying erotic acts performed on stage. Before Miss Temple knows what is happening, she gets involved in a masked tryst with voyeurs looking through mirrors at her while she looks back at their depravity. Miss Temple flees the chambers of sex but not before she kills a thug trying to prevent her escape. Those inside want her stopped while she finds aid from two men assassin Cardinal Chang and diplomat Abelard Svenson, who want to rescue abducted females from this den of iniquity with dreams of world domination starting with local sexual sacrifices.---------------- This is a wild over the top but fun Victorian thriller that never slows down from the moment that Miss Temple receives the letter and has an itch to learn why, but discovers much more than just the reason for her dumping. The story line in some ways is a coming of age tale though the heroine is twenty-five and her lessons are in debauchee, religious-sexual ceremonies, and rites of passage. With too many characters coming (figuratively and literally) and going, the story line can get difficult to follow, but worth the time as Miss Temple battles a depraved cabal preparing to conquer the world.---------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2006

    It never stops, not for one second

    I'm not going to explain the contents of the book, as it is explained by B&B already. But I must say, if you haven't read this, you have seriously missed out. I found it refreshing, intelligent, and outrageously amusing. There is alot of subtle humor if you catch it. I found myself taking the book everywhere because everytime I tried to take a break, something else happened. Celeste was questioned by a gorgeously evil masked woman. Chang is surrounded by 4 soldiers, Svenson by 5 and a boat of corpses. And honestly, I haven't read this sort of poetic writing since The Alienist. Now it does get difficult to follow all the characters, I found myself one day scribbling a sort of tree of characters, just to make sense of it all. But it is all worth it. I must admit, I'm more of a fantasy sort of person, and the sexuality of this book just got me all atwitter. MY goodness!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2007

    Fantastic, to say the least!

    This book is quite over-the-top, as many before me have claimed, but is that not what fantasy fiction ia all about? Simply put, a brilliant, far-reaching, fun Victorian novel. I will say, it is not for those without imagination or for the faint of heart. If you are looking for an intelligent, fantastic read, 'The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters' is definitly the book to read!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2007

    Absolutley Outstanding!!!!!!!

    Dahlquist is pure genius with this book. Charachters fresh,storyline of the book: absolutley unique. Anyone not finding this book a page turner needs to be taught to read and use there imagination all over again. Simply Delicious. I look forward to the next novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2006

    A Must Read

    Simply put...It is fantastic fun!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2006

    Overhyped and Stodgy

    After the hype around this book, I found myself quite disappointed when Dahlquist did not deliver. I read about 3/5 of this novel before having to admit defeat. It is simply too ponderous, and the story could have been told in about 200 pages.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2006

    A must read

    A betrothal broken without explanation. A suspenseful chase by carriage and train. A country house hosting inexplicable vice. An intrepid heroine seduced by danger... And that's only the beginning! Gordon Dahlquist's mammoth (760 page) debut novel reads like a 21st-century imagining of a Victorian thriller. Pulsing with terror, erotic energy, and exhilarating invention, this is a fantastic and compelling saga ¿ part Wilkie Collins, part Jules Verne, part Sherlock Holmes, part Alexander Dumas. I and nine other booksellers had dinner last night (8/1) with the author, on the Queen Mary. How cool was that. He got the idea for the book in a dream, and wrote a lot of it while commuting to his 'day' job at Columbia Univ. It only took him a year to write! This is his first book, but he's a playwrite. I think that's why the book is so visual, very visual, and never boring. You must read every word, no skimming. A sequal is in the works

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2006

    Just get to the point already!!!

    I'm not sure what book the people below read but this book dragged on forever. 760 pages and the ending was horrible. So many unanswered questions. An over abundance of characters, almost too many to keep track of. This book reminded me a having a conversation with someone at a bar who talks so slow that you are about to jump out of your seat and scream get to the point. And then the person just stops talking and you realize that is the end of the story and you are like thanks for wasting my time with 760 pages leading up to a crappy ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2013

    Potential

    It started out with so much promise... crime, sex, mystery, and a dreamy steampunk armosphere. But 300 pages in and I can't do it anymore. Characters are running amok and and the dialogue has disintegrated into pensive self-talk. Just skip to the end!

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    Posted May 30, 2013

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  • Posted June 24, 2011

    Steampunk thriller

    Highly lmaginative, strong distinctive characters. Very fun to run pellmell into danger with three very likebly unlikely protagonists. I think the author is quite the artist. I am a fan

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  • Posted September 22, 2009

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    What a thrill!

    I'm a reader who is typically put off by chapters running beyond 70 pages, but once I embarked on this bizarre journey with Miss Temple, Cardinal Change, and Svenson, this tome of a novel becomes almost impossible to put down. Three separate voices narrate, which forces the reader to piece together the events as they unfold, and heightens the intrigue surrounding the mysterious blue glass.

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  • Posted March 17, 2009

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    Could not put this book down!

    I picked this up on a whim in paperback (well vol. one) and I then had to buy the entire first book in hardcover. It is one to have in your perm. library. It is full of fun and adventure. The characters are fully developed and complex. It grabs your attention and refuses to let it go and at then end leaves youwanting more. Thank goodness Mr. Dahlquist has the second book coming out soon, I have had mine preordered for quite some time and can't wait for it to arrive!

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  • Posted January 18, 2009

    A simply astounding read.

    This is one of the best novels I have ever read, and I have read hundreds of them. A most original and unique story. I love books that challenge the mind as this one does, with its complex characters and intricate plot. A must-read for any reader who considers them self somewhat of an intellectual, with literary tastes elevated above the norm. I would not recommend this to just any reader, as it could be quite daunting to a young person, or somebody who just likes a simple story, with simple characterizations, and a simple subject.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2006

    I think the author needs to eat less dreams...

    I must admit that there were many times that I enjoyed this novel completely. I grew to either care about the characters or hate them, even though keeping track of all the characters became difficult at times. If the book had cut back on the 'Eyes Wide Shut' sexual degradation of women I think this book could have been a complete success.

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