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I lost the will to live...,
This review is from: The House of Doctor Dee (Paperback)
I wanted to like this book. I really did. I wanted to know more about John Dee and I'm interested in the Elizabethan period. So why did I hate it so much?
You know what it's like when someone tells you about a dream they've had? And there's no discernible beginning and no narrative and no satisfactory conclusion? Well, Peter Ackroyd is that person. He drones on for hours and hours and tells you every tiny detail of this incomprehensible nightmare that he's been having and you just keep wondering, 'Why are you telling me this?'
When he tells you that a man has inherited an old house from his father and it turns out to have belonged to John Dee, you think this might be an interesting story, but when he wants you to believe that the house is haunted, you start to lose the will to live, and when he tries to convince you that the narrator is a homunculus conjured up by John Dee, you just think 'nutter'.
The final few pages are some sort of apology from the author about having bored you with this tedious book... But really, Peter Ackroyd, that's not good enough! You could have done us all the favour of binning the manuscript of this book before it was published and you could have kept this piece of self-indulgent rubbish in your own fevered imagination instead of letting it loose on members of the reading public who, like me, are going to waste a few precious hours of their lives on reading this rambling, fanciful piece of nonsense.