Depth is hard to fake. Fortunately, Arthur Phillips's 'Prague,' which is about Gen Xers living in Budapest, doesn't have to fake it too often to be credible. However, the deeper characters, and in particular the foreign ones could be more realistic. Part of this novel is a bit of America 'discovers' Europe (much as Europeans 'discovered' America hundreds of years ago) with the Hungarians standing in as 'noble savages.' That is, Americans often give the impression of not really knowing how to deal with other cultures except as backdrops for their own interests and concerns. The author of this novel is no exception, in fact, sometimes Phillips falls into the trap of insularity even though he lives abroad and should know better. Also, the introductory scene (which features a game called 'sincerity' where the players try to lie to each other and which was supposed to have been invented by one of the characters) is in fact a rip off of a French Canadian game show called "Les Detecteurs de Mensonges". Some of the early sections of the novel need work and Phillips is overly fond of certain turns of phrase such as the trope of an object embracing a subject e.g. "a gold -painted wooden frame embracing a young woman," "she smiled slightly from within the embrace of a large ornate chair," and "he pounded the stamp into the moist red embrace of an open ink pad." His editor should have made him cut one or two of these. It's not all bad though. The sights of Budapest and the bits of Hungarian history that are included are often interesting and accurately rendered. This is a plus. The best line in the book is one describing the gulf war... but I won't spoil it for you.