The real tarantula is the relish with which Jonquet presents his deliciously deviant, Noir-like world, immersing you in quietly terrifying ideas which ensnare your imagination. His masterly manipulation of words constructs a plot concerned with the forced re-invention of a captive and is permeated by a air of sinister, psychologically thrilling unease. The gradual dismantling of an individual's nature and physical self, the speed at which free will and personality ebbs away, leaving only an empty shell that's vulnerable to re-creation at the hands of a Frankenstein - this is Jonquet's domain.