Thirteen years in the writing
according to the publishers, and they offer a money-back guarantee if you don't "love" the book.
I really wish that I did - thirteen years is a long time to commit to telling a story, but I am not sure that this one is quite as epic, or deep, or meaningful as its gestation period might suggest.
A family wins a lottery. Two feckless young men decide to get themselves a big slice of that pie. One of them develops delusions of religious grandeur. A semi-retired cop suspects.
I know that there are probably some big themes, and that the author has something to say. Sadly, for me, the characters are underdeveloped, or too crudely sketched, or lack a coherent sense of purpose and personality. There is no moral centre. Tension is largely absent; will the old cop get fired or will he uncover the truth? Will the blackmailers get away with it all? This reader didn't really care one way or the other. I kept reading, but more to find out whether things reached a satisfying conclusion or not.
Unputdownability : Thirteen years to write; I suppose I had better give him a chance.
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