The Phantom of Manhattan by Frederick Forsyth

I already disagree with what Frederick Forsyth is saying about Leroux's novel and I'm not even done reading the preface >.>

I wonder if I'm going to regret reading this.

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I am now on the 12th chapter of Frederick Forsyth's The Phantom of Manhattan, and I would just like to say that though I was okay with it from the beginning, maybe would've liked it even if it weren't for that Leroux-slautering Preface, but my current reaction is:

CHRISTINE AND ERIK NEVER HAD SEX YOU BOOK/MUSICAL BUTCHERER! BUTCHERER I SAY! BUUUUTTTCCCHHHEEERRREEERRR

Thank you.