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With the temperature in the nineties, and the sky having already achieved that cloudless, creamy, depthless blue that makes one wish one could turn the world upside down and dive in, here in Northern California summer–summer!–has arrived. Which means, of course, that it’s time for a novel–and what should the afternoon’s post include? Galleys of Andrew Klavan’s latest, Empire of Lies.

First the title page–the name of the book, again, is Empire of Lies–and then this:

At issue…was the question whether this sick society, which we call Western civilization, could in its extremity still cast up a man whose faith in it was so great that he would voluntarily abandon those things which men hold good, including life, to defend it.

–Whittaker Chambers

Turn to Chapter One, and there is the first paragraph:

My name is Jason Harrow. I live on the Hill. It’s an exclusive neighborhood in a small city about 800 miles west of New York. I won’t say where exactly because I still get death threats from time to time.

Perfect. I mean, perfect.

Now to hurry through the last tasks of the week, go home, climb into the hammock, and read.


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