Title: Ruined by Lodge's obsession with sex
Product review: Every time the philosophical debate starts to get really interesting, Lodge interrupts it for a sexual pursuit, encounter, or reverie. The quality of the writing about sexual matters is about on the same level as Harold Robbins. In short, Lodge betrays his real talent and wit [as shown in prior books] to bring us a trite, repetitious display of middle-aged male fantasizing......this book is an utter waste of time.
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