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The premise consisted of a lot I would like. The printing industry for one, an industry I have been working in for the entire 45 years of my working life. And the literary arts, us Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ people love that or we would not be here. That issue of the urbane life of the major city over the provincial snobbery of the small town. Everywhere in all times has this been a divide. And the sheer greed of individuals over the dreamers who trust others no matter what, we all like that in a story don’t we? Yep! A heady mix that was guaranteed to be a successful read for me I would have thought.

But nope! It all became a chore, and a long one at that. Nothing wrong with a long novel but when several paragraphs ramble on when the same point could be made with one then I admit to losing interest. Is there anything wrong with the story and the writing? No but is just draaaaaaaaaged.

Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ friend Carl tells me that Henry James said something along the lines of one keeping ploughing onward, certainly this sentence will end? you realize you'd rather be shot in the leg, but the word 'classic' calls, like duty, you saddle up, and head out one more time... Hee hee!