Title: Oh, Stephen .....
Product review: Reading this book was like chewing on a tough piece of meat - you keep chewing and chewing and there's absolutely no flavor and you never get anywhere. All you're left with is a soggy mess.Don't get me wrong - I loved McCauley's previous novels, went to book signings in the Castro, met the dude (what a cutie) and chatted with him awhile. But that was a few years back. This one tends to make me believe that he must be going through a mid-life crisis to have written this colorless, odorless waste of time. It reads like one of Jane's fabricated program ideas, and perhaps that's what it is - the joke's on us, McCauley just wanted to see if we would read and `say' we enjoyed this just because it has his name on it.
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