Charles Dickens has just died leaving his latest effort “The Mystery of Edwin Drood” unfinished. A partner in an American publishing house decides to go to England in order to find clues to seeing the book through to completion. I understand this book is historically accurate with respect to Mr. Dickens’ life. That fact and the insight to the back-stabbing operations of the publishing houses of the period were the only things about this book I found captivating. I keep picking up Mr. Pearl’s books hoping one of them will capture me to the degree that THE DANTE CLUB did. Neither his last effort about Poe nor this one about Dickens has managed to accomplish that.