Oh My God I thought Evelyn Waugh was an intelligent author, where did I ever get that idea? As a former-Protestant freethinker I was perturbed to discover partway through that this rather aimless story revokes around a lot of religious nonsense associated with the Catholic church, which is of less than no interest to me, and I stopped listening. But friends, for those of you interested in the bizarre 20th-century renaissance of "faith" among certain literary & aristocratic types, go for it.
Probably the worst book ever written for the eighth-grade-boy reading level. Featuring a god-like hero who makes one stupid move after another, this exemplar of pompous blowhardery is marked by idiotic plotting, obnoxious characters, a story filled with cliches and no action or exciting plot developments. Add to that casual racism, stupid anti-American asides and repulsive sex scenes, and you have a book that leaves no doubt in your mind why the author chose to write pseudonymously.
Is there no other author to fill the shoes of Elmore Leonard or Don Westlake?
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