A
great novel doesn’t have to be a fun read. In fact, a case can be made that a
certain amount of reader pain is required for any literary masterpiece to be
properly appreciated.
But what can you say about a book that focuses on not
one, not two, but three coincidences that are each ridiculous and painful in
equal measure, all of them involving the river that figures in the second half
of this novel’s title?
Don’t work or live on a river if you can at all help it,
I guess.