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This is a public service announcement
Jun. 21st, 2010 10:33 pmBecause life is too short to read boring books.
I made a third attempt at reading "The Italian Secretary," by Caleb Carr. It was an honest attempt. I normally like Sherlock Holmes stories and I'm pretty tolerant in allowing an author some leeway for interpretation of the characters. It took this joker 125 pages to get Holmes from London to Edinburgh. I held out for another 25 or so pages, until I just couldn't summon up enough interest to finish reading the ghostly encounter. This book is short on wit, veers into the vaguely disgusting (boneless corpses and loose prosthetic eyeballs, anyone?) and the damn plot still hasn't thickened. I quit.
I made a third attempt at reading "The Italian Secretary," by Caleb Carr. It was an honest attempt. I normally like Sherlock Holmes stories and I'm pretty tolerant in allowing an author some leeway for interpretation of the characters. It took this joker 125 pages to get Holmes from London to Edinburgh. I held out for another 25 or so pages, until I just couldn't summon up enough interest to finish reading the ghostly encounter. This book is short on wit, veers into the vaguely disgusting (boneless corpses and loose prosthetic eyeballs, anyone?) and the damn plot still hasn't thickened. I quit.
