The title of this publication is misleading: texts written by Iron Age farmers, supported by no evidence whatsoever, cannot be described as 'facts'.

King's best? That's not saying a great deal, is it? All of them, juvenile drivel. Oh you poor deluded souls...

The reviews here are identical to those of another edition, neither of which relate to the volume to which they refer; consequently, I feel I'm justified in stating that potential purchasers are being mislead.

Trusting the judgements of readers and reviewers over my own, I have made three attempts to read this prize winning novel, and on each occasion found it overly pretentious and dull. Mantel's fragmented, ironic style alienates the reader from the characters and the narrative, and seems designed more to show off the author's erudition than to engage the reader.

Self indulgent, poorly written and boring; but perhaps it's my fault for expecting something better from the world's worst living novelist.
Martin, Newcastle.

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Ballard is popular among a certain literary set because his work ticks the right boxes, it fits neatly into an academically acceptable ideological framework. However, High Rise and Running Wild excepted, much of his fiction is poorly executed. His prose is flat, his characters one dimensional, the dialogue unvarying from one novel to the next ("Charles? We have to go....", "Catherine? I'm on my way..."), his ideas simplistic and his obsessions tiresome.
Martin, Newcastle

Quite possibly the worst work of fiction ever written. Will appeal to anyone in possession of the intellectual capacity of a parsnip.

one dimensional characters, predictable dialogue uvarying from one character to another, heavy handed symbolism and a deeply silly plot - typical of the most overrated british novelist of the last fifty years