I wanted to love this novel. But, it's so disjointed with a nonsensical plot, I just couldn't. All the awesomeness in this book you've seen in other Heinlien works, The Howard Foundation especially, which it references heavily.
The main issue is there is no plot. It starts off interestingly enough, with a mystery in the present, but then is content to go back to the 19th century and meander there endlessly. This kind of lack of direction is par for many Heinlien novels, but it's especially pronounced here. I've rarely read a book this disjointed.
It's great, within the confines of the weak material.
If this was your first Heinlien novel, it might be better for you. His themes of sexuality, femininity and self-reliance are always a treat - they're just done so much more expertly in his other work.
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