I have, or rather I have wasted several lunchtimes ‘giving it a go’ before bailing out at 42% on the dreaded Kindle. I don’t mind a middle or even low brow page turner, especially as a palate cleanser between ‘proper’ big reads so I found The Truth About The Harry Quebert Affair by Joel Dicker. It’s apparently a best seller & its young author has had the French language original widely translated already as fans of the book gush their praise over every available medium. Trouble is, even allowing for the possibility it could be a very clunky translation, it is palpably shite to the point of being nigh on unreadable. A murder mystery set in a John Irving-by-numbers New Hamphire investigated by a young writer it is so bad I honestly am confident I could do better ( a very poor sign). Stunningly wooden dialogue, tracing paper characters, a plot that would make Dan Brown seem like [insert good writer here]. I had to stop as it was starting to make me angry. Shed loads of sales point to others loving it. I had to wonder if it was the first book most of them had ever read. So, » Continue Reading.