The Luxury of Exile

Lately I`ve read a lot of books where someone tries to solve some mystery concerned with history. "The Da Vinci Code", "The Sect of Egoists", "Baudolino" - those are the first to come to my mind. And here is another one of those. Claude Wooldridge is a rich man in his early fifties, who owns a bookshop, a few bakery shops, and some shops of antiques. His life goes through a whirlpool when he finds among old books a hint that could lead to a lost diary of the most famous British poet - Lord Byron. But the diary is only the background to the real drama of his life - he has a very weird relationship with his daughter and his wife, it turns out that his wife loves his best friend and not him anymore, but what`s the worst - Claude begins to realise that his life is completely empty, there`s no sense in anything he`s ever done, even the diary which he buys for a lot of money turns out to be just a hoax, and the book ends with him commiting suicide. This certainly means that this book hasn`t too much in common with the ones I mentioned at the beginning of this review, but it doesn`t also mean that it`s better or worse. I can`t say that it`s particulary thrilling, but it isn`t also drowsiness evoking. Probably the problem lies in the fact that the adventure part of the book never seems to overwhelm the ever-worsening condition of the main hero, which never lets you really be happy about something.
2004-12-21
7.0
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