An interesting read though I have to say I was completely thrown by how the story ends due to it's sexuality based paranormal/Gothic direction. That said, the mystical thing with the finger might have been the clue, but I honestly did not expect the outcome stated. The characters are interesting though and quite diverse and with some changes it might even have legs for adaptation to screen. ( )

James Hynes's THE LECTURER'S TALE (2000) is a very strange book indeed. What to call it? A Gothic-tinged novel of academia perhaps. Because it is such a phantasmagorical stew of odd characters, plot twists and, finally, horror (a touch of Dante's INFERNO even). I'm not sure there is any way to accurately categorize it. Think, say, the academic novels of John Barth, i.e. THE END OF THE ROAD or GILES GOAT BOY. Then throw in some of Gore Vidal's MYRA BRECKENRIDGE, and maybe some generous helpings of Chaucer and Shakespeare, and bits and pieces of so many other 'old white male' authors of the traditional canon. Then mix into the stew lots of today's political correctness about gender and equality, a mythical sort of Midas touch, as well as some kinky sex and none-too-subtle nods to THE STEPFORD WIVES and the porn classic, THE STORY OF O. Then give it a central character named Nelson Humboldt. Yeah, me too. Saul Bellow's HUMBOLDT'S GIFT, another academic novel, if a bit - actually a LOT - more traditional. And it fits.

The book runs close to 400 pages, and it takes a good 100-plus pages just to introduce all of the cast and try to get them straight. But ultimately it is worth the investment of the time it all takes. Because once it gets going, the story barrels along at a breakneck pace that keeps you turning pages and reading faster and faster. Yeah, it's pretty damn good.

I picked this book up at a library sale a few months ago in Big Rapids, the town where author James Hynes grew up, the son of a Sociology professor at Ferris State University. (I had a couple classes from Glen Hynes back in 1966-67.) In fact the book is dedicated to his father, "my first and best teacher." James Hynes attended university at Michigan and Iowa and has bounced around between various college teaching jobs, so he knows about office politics, departmental intrigues and gossip, and he uses that knowledge in an alternately horrific and hilarious manner here in THE LECTURER'S TALE, giving the reader an inside look at the lowly world of adjunct professors and composition teachers, the pressures to publish AND teach, as well as the hallowed hierarchy of department heads and their trusted Sancho Panzas. And what a department chairman Hynes gives us in Anthony Pescecane, who conducts himself like the 'shark' his name indicates, and like a mafia don who professes to value 'street cred' over scholarship.

And then there's our 'hero' - or maybe antihero - Nelson Humboldt, who progresses from untenured lecturer steadily up through the ranks after suffering a freak accident that leaves him with a strange power to get people to do what he wants. And power corrupts, of course. So ...

I've read only one other James Hynes book, NEXT (2010), also a novel of publishing and academia as well as some of the horror of 9/11 mixed in. It was not quite as ambitious and complex as this one, but a very good read. This one got off to a rather ponderous start, but, as I've already said, it gets better and better, so hang in there. Very highly recommended.

- Tim Bazzett, author of the memoir, BOOKLOVER ( )

Faantastic, original, fabulous writing, many references to literature,great characters. ( )

Essentially, this is a horror story, but it is sometimes difficult to tell what the source of the horror is. Is it the strange, sometimes otherwordly characters and the extraordinary powers some possess, such as the main character – a lowly, untenured lecturer on the fast track to career oblivion who, after a horrible accident in which his finger is severed and then reattached, suddenly gains the power to bend others to his will just by touching them? Or is it the sorry state of academia – particularly literature departments – run rampant with faddish theorists and a love affair with popular culture, having forsaken the classics of the canon? Here, it’s both. Because while this novel functions nicely as a juicy little horror story, it is also a piercing satire of modern university life, and it must be read as such to be thoroughly enjoyed. But a warning: This book may be just the thing to convince you not to pursue that Ph.D. after all. ( )