Drood is not the best Simmons, but it is as often with the author above the flood of publications and several cubits above. The story is narrated by Wilkie Collins with the style of Collins is confusing for the connoisseur Simmons, but totally immersive. He talks about his relationship Admiration, hate with Dickens, the great Charles, darling of the critics of the time when he was one of the editors (the most expensive writer of his time). The story is dense and real rubs the imaginary, of course Simmons sometimes lasts long, but the aspect of the novel series is part of the story; it overlaps it completely. The London XIX is to say specialists faithfully described, and the descriptions of the author invite us either in disreputable dives or in the private rooms of the bourgeoisie. The "Drood" in question is a mysterious character, and Simmons takes pleasure to walk around us (and the term is exact) in his footsteps that seems written in the sand that the rains of London continue to erase. The treasure hunt is tasty and tortuous.
So sometimes it's a bit long; but it's definitely exciting.