Michael Crichton, author of Jurassic Park, died a decade
ago, but his estate is still finding new
(actually old) manuscripts to publish.
This one has the tantalizing cover that might make the reader think it’s
a prequel to his dinosaur saga, but it ends up being more of a western. Which is okay. It follows a paleontological
expedition to the untamed west in the late 1800s, when the new discovery and pursuit of the
fossilized remains of dinosaurs coincided with the lawlessness of the Wild
West. There are shootouts, Indian raids,
stagecoach chases, and the like. The historical foundation is interesting, but I sort of understand why this manuscript remained at the back of the drawer.
This short novel offers a nostalgic look at England in the 1940s and 1950s. Evie, having just lost her husband after a long marriage, looks back at the fateful summer when they met up at the pleasure palace at the end of the Brighton pier. Evie was meant to marry someone else, Ronnie Doane, aka “The Great Pablo,” a magician whose talents really pull in the crowds in the days before television kept people in their front rooms (and to whom she serves as the feather-plumed magician’s assistant). The novel tells of Ronnie’s back story as a London child war evacuee, whose second family in Oxford is so nurturing and loving that he is conflicted about going back to his real home when the war is over. But Evie marries Jack instead and is ghosted (quite literally) by Ronnie even in her final years of life. A wonderful story about people and relationships.
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