I like cheesy old horror stories, and I am inclined to be kind to the author of Dracula, but sheesh. I read the shortened version of this novel, so there is a chance that the many, many things that made no sense in this book are better resolved in the fuller account, but I am not sure it would help much.

I gave this one two stars, not one, because of the wonderfully cheesy plot and the melodramatic speeches. When Edgar Caswell goes full-on megalomaniac, I could not help but hear Vincent Price expounding. And it was quite the gooey, gory ending. Other than that, though ... this book is not very good.