Ultimately race ...

At the gates of eternity is a book that we begin with appetite, happy to plunge into a masterful saga of the twentieth century, to find which one of the characters was attached to oscillate constantly between the great history and romantic fiction.
And one is not disappointed.
Until a certain routine sets. The description of historical events is endless, winded (the Cuban missile crisis is thus a true "tunnel" narrative we do not know when we will get out well ...) the author falls into the facility or for laziness to stage the relationships between the characters.
Then we witness the improbable combination of circumstances rehearsals for suites of coincidences that will allow all of the characters find themselves away or to meet ... but which leave the reader puzzled enough.
In short, the story is starting to sound a little less false and it is believed it.
It's a shame. It is like the father Follett, it has taken us great moments of reading with its first two volumes we devoured with enthusiasm, but now we just want him to try to serve us an old muscat adulterated when he as port charges in his closet!