In synopsis, it may indeed sound "a bit much".
In synopsis, then, it sounds like a Boy's Own adventure.
Here, in synopsis, is the great obsession of Tolstoy's fiction: death.
Le Week-End, Philomena and Saving Mr Banks all sound awful in synopsis.
That is true even of those tales whose subject matter, in synopsis, sounds unappealingly tough.
That's the plot of both Zoolander films in synopsis, with a few other fashion elements thrown into the mix.
This book's wild plot sounds far more reasonable moment by moment than it would in synopsis.
Poulenc's highly promising Les Mamelles de Tirésias, Shostakovich's The Nose and Prokofiev's The Love for Three Oranges are all much better in synopsis than on stage.
In synopsis, this all sounds fascinating – assuming, of course, that the reader has an interest in pots and how they are made (I very much do).
In synopsis, the book – a history of a set of Japanese netsuke, or miniature carved kimono toggles, bequeathed to him by his urbane great-uncle Iggie – sounds like something destined to gather dust next to Fly Fishing by JR Hartley.
