First I should explain my title - when I got to the end of the first chapter, I found my attention wandering, halfway through the second it had gone walkabout.
Why? fascinating subject matter, intriguing man, early death and subsequent promotion to demi-god - why was I bored?
Then I remembered the only time I read Geoffrey Archer - a short story in the Sunday Times - this shares the same "style"
A check revealed that Christopher Hilton was not a pen-name for Archer but he certainly has Archer's gift for turgid prose and clumsy construction
The book read like a bad translation of one written in another language or a transcript of a 'phone conversation
It's obviously attempting to be chatty and light- Hilton wrote for the Express and while this approach works for a newspaper column, it simply irritates over 384 pages
If that's what you want, fine, but if you want to read a serious biography I would suggest looking elsewhere