Oy. 766 pages of post-civil war misery interspersed with people having tons of sex in the craziest of circumstances. This novel took a while to read.
Hey, don’t get me wrong, it’s the best in the series so far. Problem is, I just happen to be very familiar with the sources the novelist used for the novel because I read them for my research. Even those who are unfamiliar with the historical basis of the novel might find about 200 of the 766 pages redundant.
However, it’s not a bad novel at all. There are 6 pages in the end that list all the characters, so you can imagine the complexity. Yet I, a person who’s notoriously bad with names, didn’t have to consult the list even once. This means that the author manages to make all the Pacos, Pepes and Pepas (yeah, no shit) stand out enough to stick with you.
The political vision is still extremely one-dimensional, the female characters are still sex-obsessed to a tedious degree, the good guys are still angelic and the bad ones are still diabolic. That’s Grandes for you. And still I liked it, even with all these flaws.
I’ll get the new novel in the series on Tuesday, and it looks like it will also be a million pages long. I love my job.