I love the writing style of this book, straight-forward, no nonsence, descriptive. It doesn’t make pretence to have been written in some sort of elderly, litterary English. I think it’s supposed to be read as a modern translation of an every-day antique language, complete with curses and slang.

It’s written as a memoir and although I’m not always fond of first-person narratives, this is an exceptionally good one. Can hardly wait for the sequel.

The hero is almost pathologically narcissistic, but I cannot refrain from liking him anyway. That little personal trait of his actually makes me laugh. At least he freely admits to being like that. But he also possesses a great love of books and knowledge and he also quite honestly and without false modesty describes himself and his way of thinking. I guess it can be attributed to the shamelessness of an old mind .

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11th May 2009

Tags: Historical Fiction