But a few words about the first chapter.
Chapter 1, "The Letter," in THE RIDDLE OF THE SANDS starts with a racial allusion you have to deal with as best you can then it goes on for half a dozen pages which bewitch me every time I read them. Who can rival the tone of these pages? Henry James a few times, Herman Melville, John Buchan (not for six pages at a time?), William Faulkner. Who can draw you in like Childers, making you wince, laugh, sympathize, and give yourself over into his hands?