Very few men imprisoned for economic crimes or even crimes of passion against the oppressor feel that they are really guilty.
Fantasy for me as a kid was real, and I had a fantasy about what life was, whether it was sort of wicked and dire, or wholly normal, or whatever. Anything really close to home is not, it seems to me, what a good book should be about.
The first function of a book review should be, I believe, to give some idea of the contents and character of the book.

