John Banville's The Infinities
I've hated every Banville book I've read (or tried to read), but this one had Greek gods in it so I figured I'd give it a chance. No, it was as pretentious, impenetrable, and annoying as all of his other books. Even the jacket-writer didn't read it, labeling one woman the stepmother of the children she birthed (and if the jacket writer had made it even 20 pages in, s/he'd have caught that). I skipped ahead to the end and that was awful too. So glad I didn't waste much time on this.
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