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I finished this a few days ago and have like others on this thread I thoroughly enjoyed it. I liked all the different aspects from the personal account to the extracts from books to the trial. The author seemed to handle all these aspects with great skill and even though I knew it was a novel I still had moments when I thought it was based on a true story.

 

As for the ambiguous nature of some of the testimony etc I think that made it more real. In an actual trial we only have the participants word for what actually happened and even eye witnesses have been shown to make mistakes so I liked that the author left us wondering. 

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Can I just add my thanks to Mr HG and the amount of reviews he posts. I don't pay much attention to the run up to the Booker prize so I probably wouldn't have been aware of this novel without his review. I don't always respond to your reviews Mr HG but I do read them with interest. 

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