Thanks, Pint

My friend Richard Crispin has been heralding Hopeful Monsters by Nicholas Mosley for years now. There was an ongoing reluctance on my part, one common to many historical novels: I grow concerned when every few pages, someone will say, hello Albert Einstein, aren't these uncertain times? That said, the novel is rife with interior rhythms and the characters are exceptionally developed. I am only a third of the way through, but am grateful for the opportunity.