One does not simply leap in to at Dan Simmons novel. You slowly immerse yourself until you are treading water and trying not to drown. This one’s more in line with Drood, which I liked except when I didn’t. Henry James and Sherlock Holmes team up to stop Irene Adler’s bastard son from assassinating Grover Cleveland at the Chicago’s World Fair. If you’re as excited as I am by reading that, jump on this shit. But this convoluted plot gets bogged down with existentialism and constantly questioning whether Holmes is a fictional construct brought to life or if he’s a real person, or a real person faking being Sherlock Holmes. So tread carefully.
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