How could you take such an exciting idea and make it into such a tedious, boring, overinflated novel. I'm sorry, this writer is talented and smart, but he's no John Grisham, who as a writer is not as talented and smart, but he sure knows how to tell a story. This guy hasn't a clue, and I don't think he has any respect for readers to tolerate all the nonsensical, convolutions, the Jewish shtick is OK, but way overdone, of plot. I said to myself, is this ever going to be interesting, or worth reading--no less all the time and effort it took to write it--the answer was a resounding NO.I think any sane editor would have told him, very early on, Michael this is terrible, you have a gem of an idea and talent but, when is this novel going to wake up from its frozen pickled herring slumber.YAWN. YAWN. YAWN.If it wasn't for the professional critic's hype this thing would land on the remainder table in a flash. Definitely not worth your time.The best thing about it is the cover.