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I've never read anything by Jeffrey Archer, but he certainly doesn't seem to be very well regarded. I'm just reading David Mitchell's latest, The Bone Clocks. One of the novel's multiple first-person narrators is a literary writer past his prime who, after a very disappointing reception at the Hay-on-Wye festival, is relieved when he finally meets an enthusiastic fan - only to find out after a while that he has been mistaken for Jeffrey Archer.
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