Been making slow but steady progress with The Lighthouse at the End of the World. One of the problems with historical fiction is that the reader (or at least myself) is constantly cross-referencing the figures and events in such a work with the actual accounts. I've just now made it to page 138 out of 330. I suspect though, that as the plot picks up, so will my pace. It's an interesting book - Edgar's brother's apartment is found randsacked and a key jewel is gone - the jewel is reputed to hold some mystical power, though not defined. The book's perspective alternates between Edgar's historical figure and the form that Edgar takes on (changing his name to those of his characters throughout). The mystery so far is who killed his brother, and for what motive? While not exactly an Agatha Christie novel, the book's intertwining of the fictional liberties it takes, coupled with historical fact, make for a spell-binding read.
One of these weekends, when I don't have copious amounts of work to be accomplished, I'll actually finish it and attempt to read Foucault's Pendulum.
Posted by stephend at February 9, 2003 08:27 PM