Andrew Gentes

I'd heard about Coelho for years, and picked up this book at the airport. Perhaps it's the translation, but it reads as if it were written by a precocious middle schooler who's just read Rumi and lost his virginity. I mean, this book is EMBARRASSINGLY bad. Drawn largely from the author's own life, it is sad to suspect that he never recovered what intellectual faculties he may have possessed before being brutalized by Brazilian police.