Unlike Pocahantas Warren, I thoroughly checked my ancestry and have found out that I’m pure Lanipe - my family was dredged out of the mud in nearby Manalapan, New Jersey. So please stop refering to me as one of those tacky Piscataways!
Now, on to our literary history with “Wolf Hall.” The fact that there are only pronouns used to define characters defeated me by the 3rd chapter. Why I ever consented to buy this book is beyond me. But then I fell for Pat Barker’s prize-winning trilogy on WWI, too. But they look very nice on my bookshelves - it gives the impression I’m intelligent.
Now about the book. It does require a modicum of ethanol energy to get with the weird use of indefinitely connected pronouns. But that's very hip nowadays, such as reading a news story of a shooting in which one is hard pressed to discover who got shot, who shot, where, when, why, or how.
Never heard of Hilary Mantel before this. I will say, (as a swag-seeking Passamaquoddy Sachem) she ain't no Phillipa Gregory (nor Scarlett Johansen, neither)