Brent Bell Bell from Paikanmunibgar, West Bengal , India
A historical fiction enigma in the style of Government Vinci Regulation. A massacre begins an investigation into a famous historical figure and their supposed responsibility with the hidden (in this case Newton). Although it seemed a blatant drop on the chic of Dan Brown, I read a good review of the book and decided what the heck. Save yourself the bother. Although the reporter's semi-poetic narrative style is a sharp foundation from Brown's no-nonsense sensational press writing, the report suffers from too many work undones and sharp turns that lead to empty angles. The book suffers from a lack of physical stripe. Although the majority of the effort takes character in Cambridge, the reader gets almost no appreciation for the metropolis or the university. The solicit to bring in the hidden and Newton's cooperations with it seems forced and nonbeing ever develops from it. There are also strange and completely out of character basics such as issues with the Animal Liberation Air. All of these parts are supposed to wind together at the edge to produce a "shocking" result and divination but the reader never gets this impression. The murderer is revealed long before the edge of the book and the reporter's solicit to tie this to into her many threads of the report is unconvincing and unsatisfying. To properly tie up all her work undones, the reporter would have needed an extra 200-300 pages.
Do novelists not believe in telling a good autobiography anymore?
What I learned or should I say was reminded of: one character can make a strife and never give up. What a truly inspirational story.