I’ve been away
It’s been a busy and long year, mostly having to do with two knee replacements, recovery, and regaining mobility and strength. Hence the reason I’ve been derelict in reviewing books, although I have been reading voraciously. I’m now setting to catching up, and here’s my first review since returning to the office.
Only Time Will Tell, by Jeffrey Archer, a beige read
Only Time Will Tell by Jeffrey Archer
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
As with any art, the appreciation of it is purely subjective. All we can do is filter the art through our own perspective and perceptions, or own knowledge and experience. And so any review of a work of literature, as with a review of any art, is merely one individual’s opinion.
Alas, with Jeffrey Archer’s much-beloved Clifton Chronicles series, I found myself underwhelmed. Having said that, I can also understand why some readers are much-enamoured of Archer’s style and saga.
For me, I found the boy protagonist just too good to be true. He’s a golden boy. He can do no wrong, or when he does it turns out to be some profound life lesson. His character, as I found with all of the characters which populate Only Time Will Tell were little more than paper dolls Archer moved around on his predictable storyboard. There was really nothing new here.
The plot wasn’t particularly new, nor was it modified to give an old subject fresh perspective. The ending was such an obvious, hit-the-reader-over-the-head cliffhanger, that I actually burst out laughing. And it wasn’t with delight.
Was it entertaining reading? In the mindless pulp sense of the term, yes. Was it memorable or great literature? For me, definitely not. Would I read another in the series? Only if I were desperate for something to read.by