I was given an antique copy of this amazing story by a very dear friend. There is nothing new in Gothic literature of course and, here again, there is a precedent for the story in The Facts of the Case of M. Valdemar by Edgar Allen Poe, which was mischievously published in 1845 without the tag of fiction. In other words, a hoax, which Poe admitted, but many people continued to believe such a thing could actually happen. If you remember, M Valdemar had TB and asked to be hypnotised at the moment of death, after seven months, he was asked a series of questions which he attempted to answer with great physical difficulty. This was described in the most horrifying terms concluding with a heartfelt plea to be put back to sleep or woken up. On waking, he cried "Dead! Dead!" and fell back, decaying immediately and horribly. This story influenced authors as diverse as Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Rudyard Kipling - and, not least, Marie Corelli. So, be prewarned, there is horror in this.
First, the language in this is beautiful, no shortage of description, adjectives, adverbs, long sentences, long words, back story, telling not showing, and all the things we authors are told not to do. For some, it might be hard to get into the story as it starts slowly but once into it, it doesn't let you put it down. Secondly, this has all the elements of Greek tragedy, a hero, a heroine, a mystical sleeping beauty, a beautiful youth, great hubris and a crushing defeat at the end which leaves the hero humbled and destroyed. Thirdly, it is so very nineteenth century in its scientific speculation, laughably so to our modern minds, but it is entertaining.
You may feel, as I did, that El-Rami is a dreadful man, arrogant, misogynistic, deluded, willful, domineering and very much a product of his era. He is not just misogynistic though, he is just as hard on his own sex and that makes his downfall the more poignant. He rodomontades his way through life, shows off his powers of deduction and "prophecy", is bossy with his lovely brother Feraz and grumpy housekeeper Zaroba - and claims to possess the ability to raise the dead, which brings about "the experiment". His "work" is sacrosanct, but horrifying, and like the flawed heroes of Greek tragedy it is through this hubris that he is destroyed and loses everything. Meanwhile there is much of philosophy and discussion that does not drive the story, but gives it an interesting veneer that helps us appreciate its Victorian setting.
So, if you tire of modern tales that are all show, no tell, no substance other than basic fast moving plot, and, of course, the stripped down language that goes with the modern novel, you might well enjoy, nay, love this gothic romance. However, you might also spare a grateful thought for Edgar Allen Poe who, once again, pioneered a genre for others, like Corelli and Kipling, to follow.