Title: Not fooled for a minute
Product review: I had high hopes for this book, but I was quickly disappointed. Reading it is something like seeing Jack Nicholson playing Mark Twain in a one-man show: never at any time do you believe that the man onstage is anyone other than Jack Nicholson. Likewise, as I read, I saw only Banks at work, never Owen Brown. Banks has taken an interesting premise and used it as a pretext for his own literary pretensions. When I was younger, I would have eaten this novel up, but today I have very little tolerance for novelists who have nothing better to write about than the color of the leaves and every nuance of their feelings--especially when presenting them as the reminiscences of a genuinely interesting historical character.
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