The Secret History is a wonderful, literate book that I wish I had written. I didn't know that you could sell a novel that had Greek phrases in it, nor one that showed the pleasure of the life of the mind. I think the Kirkus reviewer completely missed the boat; he or she expects everything to be a start-in-mid-action, technothrilling, no-stopping for reverie bolt. This is an old-fashioned, langorous exploration of Richard Papen, who longs to be one of the elite Greek class clique, but when he does get adopted by these erudite, witty scholars, he discovers that they have held a bacchanal and have fallen prey to the Devil's dilemma (in other words, they tried this wild fantasy to see if a bacchanal could work, went into a frenzy, and killed a farmer in the frenzy--then were trying to keep another friend who had guessed their secret from revealing it.) I thought the story was wonderful, and I was jealous of his entree into the clique before it started to self-destruct. Henry is a gentle, kind, intellectual, amoral soul who has gone astray and lost his modern-man humanity, becoming like the cold Greeks with their pure logic and lack of remorse for certain acts. Richard doesn't lose his humanity, but does lose his illusions and his idealism when he realizes that his friends are only human, and perhaps a bit less than that, for all their brilliance. Richard is the moral compass of this story, but he fails in his destined mission to prevent the others from killing Bunny to keep their secet, and he sees Julian the idol has feet of clay. I guess I can't really tell you to get this book unless you are like me, a lone intellectual among a world of rednecks and people who make fun of readers and writers who would have loved to see this story turn out differently, who would have liked to hear that there is not just a thin line between genius and insanity. But there is, I suppose, and this book tells about how it might happen. Chantal Fox