peculiar fantasy. not great.
I lost Ruth Hogan around the mid-point. The plot starts off simple enough: Anthony Peardew (note the not so subtle similarity to French word “perdu”–lost) collects other people’s misplaced items. He labels and cares for each item until it can be reunited with its rightful owner. This part is fine– I get it. After about 100 pages, the novel erupts into a peculiar fantasy in which a ghost haunts the Peardew mansion and a girl with Down Syndrome has extrasensory perception. There are also about 100 sub-stories bubbling beneath the main plot here. It’s pretty trippy. Best to read this book without a beer if you want to keep track of all the story lines. Alternatively, you could admit that none of the story lines are interesting enough to stay sober for, sip your IPA, and just hope it will end soon.