Title: Light industry masquerading as art
Product review: Having read some praiseful reviews comparing this book to those written by Umberto Eco, I was tempted into buying it. Wasn't able to read it all the way through, ran out of patience around page 200. I can't remember having ever met an author with such an irritating "style". Norfolk's pretentiousness is only equalled by his inaptitude. He jampacks his novel with unexpected historical and cultural references, but unlike Eco, he only seems pedantic and smarty. The action itself is pulled by the hair, far from even pretending credibility. At regular intervals nebulous effusions occur, meant to give an "artistic" spin to the sub-pulp quality of it all. Definitely not a rewarding read. Frankly, a waste of time.
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