Title: Oh, yeah. It's ALL a hoax.
Product review: As a big fan of the earlier Robert K. Tanenbaum novels (or, perhaps more accurately, the Michael Gruber novels), might I say here: blech.This is possibly the most artless piece of pap imaginable. What makes it so infuriating is that the earlier books were so enjoyable and readable--despite the absurdly far-fetched plot lines. Here, not only is the writing a festival of telling instead of showing (it feels like a self help book in that regard), it seems that the editor is completely asleep at the switch--if there even was an editor. (The good ones don't let stuff like this get past the BS filter.)If you want to read Butch Karp, back up to the earlier work. This is one destined for the shredder.
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