Haynes does a great job capturing the seamier side of the Victorian era. Set in Paris, Haynes tackles the horror theater of the Grand Guignol, the splatterpunk venue of the time.
A young writer finds an outlet for his craft at the theater, writing plays each more disturbing than the next. Meanwhile, a serial killer stalks Paris taking a rather unique trophy from each of his victims.
The drama, the plot twists do not cease until the final sentence.
It always makes me wonder when an author's main character is an author, just how much of himself is poured into his character?
Well, done Mr Haynes. Or, should I say, Mr. Bishop?