In “Monster, 1959” David Maine invites readers into the pea-sized brain of a 40-foot “monstrous smorgasbord” known as K. Described as “something to cause Darwin to burn his notebooks and run shrieking to the nearest monastery,” K. lacks lips but is a kissing cousin to Godzilla.
He is a hapless, guileless, rampaging creature straight out of B-movie science fiction. In light of Mr. Maine’s flair for domesticating larger-than-life subject matter, his new book’s premise seems hard to resist.
