About a month ago I picked up a copy of Galusha the Magnificent at a used book store. It’s the fourth Joseph Crosby Lincoln book I’ve read, and it’s made clear to me that Lincoln has simultaneous and competing talents for making me — and presumably other readers — feel as if the book of his I’m reading is his best book, and that nothing could be better; and creating sense of impending doom, a thing that makes me super uncomfortable. Usually that first one wins out.
All of which is to say that although one of the major plotlines of Galusha the Magnificent makes me kind of upset and I don’t think Galusha’s attitude toward his cousin is in keeping with his character, it’s kind of delightful. I can’t honestly say that nothing could be better, but if you’re into sensible spinsters, mild-mannered archeologists, New England, and stories about stock sales, you won’t be disappointed.