Title: Literature? Whatever.
Product review: First of all, I have no idea what the hell this book is doing listed under "Literature and Fiction." It should be under a category like, say, "New Age Pulp." I did actually read this book, though I don't know what posessed me to buy it at the time.Setting the plot iself aside (which is awful, but we're setting it aside, aren't we?), James Redfield gives a bad name to writers everywhere. His flow of narrative is hopelessly stilted, his word-usage archaic, and his DIOLOGUE--my god!--I've read better stuff by grade-schoolers. That doilogue would be considered too ridiculously verbose, stilted, and strangely infantile if it were straight narrative.Don't even think about reading this. Tom Clancy novels are more believeable.
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