Title: Pretentious old tosh
Product review: Picked this novel up in an airport and wish I hadn't. Almost from the off the whole project reeks of "Hi I'm Jeff. I once wrote a thesis on Freud and in this book I'm going to show you how much I know him". The result is an overbearing work of pretension. The interwoven pieces of "The schoolboy's interpretation of Hamlet" only intensify the cringe. The "thriller" aspect is not even worth the name. A shaft of light is offered by a fine description of how to build a bridge over a river in Victorian times. Ultimately, the book bombs because the author fancies himself as a Euro-intellectual.
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