Paul W. Fairman – The Frankenstein Wheel (The Frankenstein Horror Series) (1972, Popular Library, 190 p,)
FROM HIS FROZEN TOMB, THE FIEND AROSE, AND HEADED GRIMLY SOUTHWARD TOWARD THE CITIES OF MEN
Young Max De Lacey, descendant of the man who had driven Frankenstein's monster mad with rage at mankind, was a mystic, who through the Oracle of the Frankenstein Wheel, saw the monster returning from his Artic tomb in quest of his terrible bride.
On a very short time, the prophecy of the Wheel was fulfilled, in a particulary horrifying way …
The Frankenstein Horror Series from Popular Library has a bad reputation overall, which it deserved. Peter Enfantino did a spot on review of the series in Paperback Fanatic #39. But Paul Fairman's often clever sequel to Frankenstein is one of best entries in this series. Written with the tongue firmly planted in the cheek, it is told in a style which how we imagined people in 18__ wrote and spoke.
The blurb is rubbish. De Lacy is no mystic at all, he is the guy from the original novel whose father is the blind man in which vicinity the creature lives so long and educates himself - one part of the book which always did fascinate me -, the narrator is a lord who gets interested out of sheer curiosity in the creature. Years after the original they hunt the monster which has made a new companion for himself on the Orkney Isles, using Frankenstein's journal as resurrection for dummys. Unfortunately at the end she proves to be a homicidal maniac. All ends in tears, murder and suicide.
I have a soft spot for this. It is not the best novel in the world, and it is pretty restrained and there is no sex, but it is fast-moving with a nice atmosphere, in the spirit of those adventure-travels of yesteryear. The plot is very well done. Fairman takes the material pretty serious here, it is not the OTT comic book approach of Glut. I first read it in the translation, which used the Masero cover for Glut's first Frankenstein (You have to scroll down a bit for this).
How quickly you changed your mind! You arrived to find a gold Dunsanian city of arches and domes and fantastic spires... or so you told us. Yet when you fled two years later you could see only “alien hordes.” T. E. D. Klein