Gavin Sweeting Sweeting itibaren చంబి, హిమాచల్ ప్రదేశ్ 174033, India itibaren చంబి, హిమాచల్ ప్రదేశ్ 174033, India

This man's imagination is fabulous. The thing I find quite disconcerting is that he actually believes this stuff. The grassy knoll or the second gunman or whatever other freakery resounds around the streets of JFK's Dallas has nothing on the evil shennanigans of the Vatican who conspire to hide the truth of the Virgin Mary being actually King Herod the Great's daughter in law....I kid you not; She is Joseph of Arimathea's mother and he was Jesus's brother; she fled to England along the tin trade routes and was buried on Anglesey, the original Avalon and her tomb was something important to do with King Arthur who was really a welsh man. Added to that some confusing but fascinating ' facts' ( I use the term ever so loosely ) about Tarot cards, playing cards and the Grail and you have a wondrous concoction of total nonsense. The thing is he argues it all so beautifully and I have to say he creates such a wonderful construct that i have no doubt that if you gave Graham Phillips a jigsaw which was actually a jigsaw of three chickens and a pig he would be able to make a totally believable copy of the Mona Lisa. Its great fun and total bunkum.

So far, I'm loving it...every bit as much as I did The Great Railway Bazaar eons ago. Fast forward to almost a year later. I never finished the book. I did love the first third or so, but then it bogged down. I got tired of the tiresome aspects of solo travel revisiting a place (well, sort of, since he couldn't actually get to some places anymore) that was good to great the first time around, but for reasons of writing or reality, had lost some of its charm. My husband, in search of reading material, picked it up and did finish it. But he's an engineer; once he starts a book, he will finish it no matter what. He rarely voices an opinion, except his love for the work--all of it--of Alexander McCall Smith. (I, too, love McCall Smith--all of it.) Unlike my husband, I will not waste my time finishing a book that doesn't keep one or another aspect of my mentality or emotions interested, and sadly, Ghost Train gave up the ghost on that about halfway through.