Every now and then I read a novel by an author that I normally really like, and find that it doesn't work as well for me. Most of the time Christopher Moore makes me laugh out loud and makes me think, and the best of his novels make my life ... easier to live with. This is not one of his best novels; it's a fine light and light-hearted novel with some wonky quasi-SF stuff, but it's not, overwhelmingly, *funny*. That doesn't seem from here so much as though there are jokes that don't land as much as it does that there just aren't a lot of jokes. It's not a *bad* novel, but I really was in the mood for the kinda screwball-funny Moore's a master of.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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