Having gone into Waterstones for a book to take with me on a short break I did what most people do and read the one line reviews. Big mistake!
I was a boy of around 11 years of age when I first got the love for Mark Twains novels. Although it started off quite interestingly and was believable (initially) it gradually became rather boring and far fetched. I presume the clamour for it being the spirit of the day to blame our ancestors on all things bad as the world was a more ignorant place.
Thankfully I won’t now read any more Percival James novels and have re-ordered the Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn to refresh myself of Twains first hand appreciation of the language and feelings of the time.
Hopefully this may purge the bad taste left by this novel.