The Relic Master: A Novel - Christopher Buckley
I would love to know what made Christopher Buckley think, "You know what the world needs? A satire about a Christian relic dealer in 1517..." I also wonder what would drive me to grab it (other than that's what I do every time I see his name -- since the 80's).  But I did, and I gave it the old college try.
The history is pretty good. But I wonder if I'm too critical, I've spent so much time recently listening to lectures, reading about, the religious atmosphere of the time -- that might have hurt my appreciation for his take on the period (then again, most of his satire is contemporary and I lived through that without problems). In that light, I should say that I really appreciated his characterization of Johann Tetzel. But I just couldn't care about the characters, the story -- any of it. There was none of Buckley's wit, or his voice -- nothing that made me a fan of his other work.  Honestly, I'm not sure how he could've kept those things with a historical fiction, but the book sure needed that. Yes, it's entirely possible, that if I'd stuck with it a bit longer, I'd have sung a different song, but life's too short and my TBR pile is too high.
So, for the first time since January 2011, I'm abandoning a book.  I might come back to it at some point, I'd like to actually read it.  But not now.
(not really a review, but I felt like I should say something)