Due to its lack of correct facts, for any one who knows even a little bit about the city of San Francisco, this book will prove to be frustrating at the least. Even in the first several chapters, the author commits an array of major errors, the most important being that the story is set in a "sweltering" December, with temperatures reaching 99 degrees; "Christmas is always hot," he writes. In truth, even in the summertime thermometers in San Francisco never reach this number. Besides other large errors, there are a number of minor ones, such as when the protagonist takes a Greyhound bus on a route where no Greyhound route exists, but instead the local bus actually runs. To top it off, the story goes in to describe how the bus eventually takes a left hand turn on Market Street, the main avenue in the city, which is a one way street running in the opposite direction. But although not all errors are major, their frequency proves a lack of research unacceptable for a novelist, and his picture of San Francisco as a whole is an unrealistic view written from a clear outsider who has no understanding of the place. Since it appears he has been to lazy to commit to even minimal research, Peter Plate instead should have chosen to place the story in a town or city he is more familiar with. As it is, the inaccurate picture he paints of the city, including the images and sights he describes of the city, weaken his story. I understand it is fiction, but an author does have some responsibility to educate himself on the topic.
As for the actual story, it proves to be uninteresting, the characters falling short of catching an audience's interest, and the plot completely uninteresting.
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