Un marino sin barco, desterrado del mar, conoce a una extraña mujer que posee, tal vez sin saberlo, respuestas a preguntas que ciertos hombres se hacen desde siglos. Cazadores de naufragios en busca del fantasma de un barco perdido en el Mediterráneo, problemas de latitud y longitud cuyo secreto yace oculto en antiguos derroteros y cartas náuticas, museos navales, bibliotecas… Nunca el mar y la Historia, la ciencia de la navegación, la aventura y el misterio se habían combinado de un modo tan extraordinario en una novela, como en La carta esférica. De Melville a Stevenson y Conrad, de Homero a Patrick O’Brian, toda la gran literatura escrita sobre el mar late en las páginas de esta historia fascinante e inolvidable.

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> Babelio : https://www.babelio.com/livres/Perez-Reverte-Le-Cimetiere-des-bateaux-sans-nom/9...
> BAnQ (Denis J.-P., Le devoir, 9 juin 2001, D-5) : https://collections.banq.qc.ca/ark:/52327/2799269

I do not know even after all these pages whether the translation sucks or the whole thing misses the mark ?

it feels like when you go to an elaborate dinner served by a drunk foodie couple whose overambitious menu features dishes with expensive and exotic ingredients that they just can't quite pull off while inebriated and interacting with their guests. Stuff comes to the table late, under or over-cooked. The dialogue is banal, and what should tickle the senses falls flat.

if you put a post-it over the author's name you might think Dan Brown and Clive Cussler's manuscripts got misfed in adjacent Xerox machines that spat out the pages and the people who came upon the papers scattered about published the stuff they picked up off the floor and shuffled back together. ( )

Helped pass a dull daytime flight. Read a bit like a sub-Bond movie at times. Unreconstructed misogynist as anti-hero grated at times. ( )