A review by trin
Prague by Arthur Phillips

1.0

After a promising beginning, this book began to annoy me more and more. Phillips can't write a convincing female character to save his life, and the wit that graces the novel's opening pages is entirely absent by the end. I read this—I don't know, two years ago? Three?—and it still makes me vaguely mad. (Though that may say more about me than it does about Phillips.)