Heather McGowan’s novel, the Duchess of Nothing, despite its intriguing title, was a disappointment, and once again, as with many current bestsellers, I fail to understand why it’s getting rave reviews.
McGowan eschews quote marks so the book is terribly hard to read; paragraphs run on for a full page; thoughts are screwy and fragmented, and the topic (child abandonment) is ugly.
Even Rome, a city of endless possibilities for literary exposition, gets short shrift–Duchess might as well have been set in Cincinnati.
This is the new trend in literature? Someone please explain it to me.