Since then I have picked this book up and put it back down at least a half-dozen times. Now it is almost a year since I greedily opened my Kindle edition, ready to devour with glee.
I pre-ordered it and counted down the days. I waited over 4 years for this book to come out, having been told of it back when she was in the research phase. I re-read Through A Glass Darkly at least once a year. I eagerly attended her writing class offered through the Continuing Studies Department at Rice University.
I'm an enormous fan of her previous 3 novels. One would think the most glittering court in Christendom, even before the unrivaled decadence of Versailles, would inspire something at least entertaining. (Yes, that is all *one sentence*!) The narrative is clunky and unwieldy, aimless and distracted, with inert characters and a surprisingly flat setting. This book is a hulking, turgid fright, much like the outrageous run-on above. "The urge to talk about the viscount was in his throat, to tell her his fears and ambitions, but he stopped the words and allowed himself to be sidetracked by the way her waist moved so beautifully into the swell of her hips, then he had to turn her over to look at her buttocks, and caressing those led to others things so that before either of them knew it, they were tangled and straining against one another again in that age-old joining of a man and a woman, and the feeling of her was so supple in his arms, the knowledge that he could love with complete safety was so alluring that he cried out like someone killed, surprising himself and her.".
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