How can you expect
a happy end in a book
where Hitler still reigns?
Though a bit slower to start than I expected, Farthing
was (overall) an outstanding allegory on fascism disguised as an alternate history novel disguised as a murder mystery. By the time you’re about one-quarter to one-third of the way through it, you will have trouble putting it down. The attention to the language is excellent[] and author Jo Walton pays peculiar attention to certain banalia like apparel, cooking, and eating.
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