“You staring at me like you want to have
my child,” the gunslinger said, his words like sawdust.
This tale has an intriguing premise, it is a mash-up
of Old West adventure with Nate Dupes, a grandson of Edgar Allan Poe’s ratiocinating
detective C. Auguste Dupin, working as a Pinkerton agent.
I’m all for experimentation with a bit of Jules Verne
overlay of “streampunkish” elements but…this traipses a bit too far into
incredulity for this reader’s tastes.
Wildy complicated plotting, convoluted secret societies
with baroque motives, masters of disguise that stretch credulity to the
breaking point.
Who travels with just the right amount of gear in
their carpet bag to transform from a debonair French cosmopolitan to an
authentic Chinese “coolie” in the blink of an eye?
Perhaps as a television episode or a graphic novel
where such events pass quickly like confection this sates, but in prose where
the reader is free to ponder loose elements at leisure…
Not unskillfully written, but this reader lacks the
suspension of disbelief required for this journey.
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