This could have been a very good novel. Ronsson writes with
flair and style, the descriptions are sharp and vivid, the dialog witty and in
tune with the characters. The narrative voices—especially that of Cameron
Mortimer—are engaging, and the story moves along at a brisk pace. More
important, the story has something to say, draws parallels between 1930’s Germany and America at the beginning of the 21st
century, and relates the inside lives of individuals with larger historical
events. It’s actually a pretty good story, and interesting.
The problem for me is that the author seems to trying to tie
his book to Cabaret, as though hitching it to its wagon. I have no problem with
the book drawing inspiration from the play, or its having a character who is
haunted by the ghost of Cabaret’s MC, or even marketing the book as having been
inspired by the play; but there appears to be a deliberate marketing effort
going on within the story itself, that left me cold. I would consider reading
another book by this author that didn’t contain that element.
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