A.N. Wilson's fiction "Gentlemen in England" is not worth the effort it took for me to get all the way through it. He seems determined to impress us with his linguistic abilities, sprinkling the text with polysyllabic vocabulary, foreign phrases, and longwinded descriptions. Apparently the book is meant to be humorous, however, I found it smug and self-indulgent. I did eventually develop a moderate interest in the characters and their machinations, then became totally disgusted with the ending, which is non-existent. It is as though Mr. Wilson got tired of the story, and quit. Don't waste your time on this one.