It's very rare that I leave a book on the way, but I'll stop on page 100 of this big book. In the beginning, I had the impression of reading a scenario: every gesture of the characters are detailed, there is a dramatization worthy of a bad movie ("you'll see, it will happen something!"). Then, a few flashes, at least, a willingness to brio, but everything is too much, much too long! And most importantly, very educational (cf. the remarks of the mother on art) and conventional (cf. Ms. Barbour, bourgeois large). It is not clear, finally, that obviously hasty translation of the original style or is the cause of so much heaviness.
I had the impression of an author who sought to live up to his own legend (like many, I found The Master of Illusions and mastered very successful, although already a bit long) without really something to say authentic. A kind of spectacular book, in the kind of Kindly, who will be remembered, but it remains the reader a feeling of emptiness, like other people have expressed here.
