This the best of Flemings books. A triumph of storytelling and propulsion.
I think the train helps to guide us along ,as in my other favourite of his "Thomas Gage". All the kinks from "White Blood" have been well ironed out in this masterpiece.
It is a masculine voice, very physical , then suddenly he suprises us with traces of sensitivity amongst the carnage.
Some extacts will haunt forever ,the cart full of dead Red's and the sudden arising to life of one and his subsequent fate is horrific to an extreme. The language as usual with Fleming is inspired and he has learned to curb the baroque excess's which previously hindered the narrative. The return of Glebov as a key figure in the Revolution is beautifully managed. His faint taunting morse signals picked up in the
armoured train while it plunges through the wild snow bound forests conjures up a vision of submarines seeking out mutual destruction.
Doig will also find a new lover, an earthy intensly sexual creature his equal in physical carnality.
There are many twists and suprises in store here for the reader and most importantly a narrative that transports you with addictive pleasure into Flemings realm. I read it in one joyous blast!