![]() ![]() Not to mention the repeated references to "duckless glands." Bleiler (1948), p. Still, in the exuberance of its unintentional cacophony there lies a certain charm. The writing is actually rather good when the author confines himself to descriptions of traditional settings (the cozy club on a stormy winter day, etc.), but his characters are barely one-dimensional, the theme is muddled, the action writing ludicrous. The evil German genius Schalkenbach has set up a secret barricaded laboratory in Greenwich Village, where, when he is not conducting experiments on the revived corpse of a beautiful young society woman, he is moodily reciting Wagner on an organ behind a black velvet curtain. Combines weird menace, detective and science-fictional pulp conventions to produce a story of vampirism in New York City, against a back story involving vampire bats from South America and a half-dozen intercalated 'cases' of vampirism from around the world. Cited in Alternative Hall of Fame by Bill Pronzini in Son of Gun-in-Cheek." - Robert Knowlton. Lurid 1930s horror thriller, an entertainingly bad potpourri of mad scientists, vampires, sinister Orientals and dumb cops. 8-223, with one full-page illustration in text, original green cloth, spine panel stamped in gold. ![]()
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