There are two types of people in this world: those who believe Hemingway is the greatest ever author, and those who think he was a vile man and vastly overrated. There seems to be no grey area. Salvati, I assume from this book, falls into the first camp. I am firmly in the latter.
To be clear, I understand Hemingway and I understand the style that's been applied in The Trinity. Spare, dispassionate prose belies a complex and complicated story and motivations being told between the lines, and the onus is on the reader to do the work. I get it, but I don't like it very much. I will concede, however, that I only found it very distracting during the dialogue, such as this example: "What is for lunch." "I am making soup." "What kind." "Lentil. With the lemon." "All right."
This exerp also demonstrates another couple of quirks: the complete rejection of question marks and a strange relationship with definite and indefinite articles. I don't want to call it contrived, but I will say it is very intentional and feels a little, for want of a better word, borrowed.
About a third of the way into this book I started to worry that it would get too much for me to finish this pretty hefty tome, because elements of it are quite slowly paced, and especially the first half. Fortunately, the story is strong enough and I was interested in the cases, the courtroom scenes and the inner workings of Harry's mind.
On the thread of Harry's life outside work, Miranda, the opening up of his world, I'll just say this: the ending was the ending. I think the author would know what I mean.
Wonderful storytelling. The cases are so real. Reminds me of real courtroom movies and tv shows. Great dialog. And a sprinkle of romance. Excellent book.