Not having read any of Gerald Seymour's books, I didn't have any preconceived ideas about the author. However, I struggled immediately with this and only got through it thanks to a combination of boredom and dogged determination. Pick a random, little known country, make up a weak plot about an attempted coup, and retrospectively insert brief references to shoddy characters that might appear later in the book, and you get The Fighting Man by Gerald Seymour.
The lead character, Gordon Brown (yes, really) is the poorest lead character I've read in a long time. We're supposed to either love lead characters, or at least love to hate them. The Fighting Man gives the reader neither; rather what you get is a poorly woven tapestry, made up of a lot of grotty threads.
I went through this book finding Gordon Brown about as agreeable as his more famous namesake, and none of the other characters helped alleviate the profound sense of disappointment which this book so unkindly gave me. The goodies are not likeable, the baddies are rubbish, the action scenes come across as having been written by a child in creative writing class, and the one love scene the book gives you is just weird and voyeuristic, totally out of place in a book devoid of any well-written emotions.
I can't help thinking that this book would have been better, had it pitted the politician Gordon Brown against an army of Guatemalan jungle ninjas, where Gordon is Rambo and the ninjas are a genuinely formidable enemy, and maybe he dies in style at the end for good measure.