25% read in a week. I do move through if with much difficulty. For some reason, can’t make sense of the premise and it bores me: if it’s a satire, on what? if an honest-to-god Dickens “cover”, what for?
The style itself, which seem the be the main source of enjoyment for multiple reviewers, is too outdated, too good an imitation of long-winded methodically-descriptive XIXc. novels.
Or, maybe, it’s just the moment. I am in love with H.Mantel’s Cromwell, can’t wait my library’ turn for the second book (Bring Up the Bodies). I am too entrenched in 1530’s, with accompanying no-nonsense, concise, logical and consequential life- and writing- style to appreciate S. Clarke’s convoluted message? And in a different time and mood she’d delight me?