Slacks for Ella Funt

My book group decided to switch from reading books set in New York City to books by Latin American authors. This was the first pick. I was pretty excited about it based on the back cover description—a group of strangers, together on a cruise ship, not sure where it’s going. It seemed like it could be a surrealist, Latin American Murder on the Orient Express. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite the Christie-esque romp I was hoping for, and it didn’t quite have the depth of character development I want in a more serious book, though the comments on the class system were interesting. What wasn’t interesting was the chapter long philosophical musings of Persio, the character who seemed to represent the author. I skipped most of those