![]() What straight woman, after all, wouldn't be thrilled at the notion of holing up in a palatial house in the company of 57 men - ranging from the distinguished and powerful to the daring and virile, from seasoned by years to blooming with youth - each and every one of whom worships her as a near-deity, not just for her considerable beauty but also because she is the greatest operatic soprano of her time? Would it really matter much that it took being held hostage by leftist guerrillas to get there? That's the situation American singer Roxanne Coss finds herself in after being captured while performing a dinnertime recital at the vice-presidential mansion in an unnamed South American nation. ![]() ![]() Not far into Ann Patchett's fourth novel, I realized I was reading a kind of fantasy. ![]()
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