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Terrible. Abosolutely awful book
on 14 January 2017
I've only ever bought one Bourne book by Eric Van Lustbader and this wasn't it. Unfortunately, a relative of mine must have seen the one book I did buy lying around and ever since has been buying me his books as presents; I don't have the heart to tell her how bad they are. So, I read them just for amusement.
The amusement is in spotting the errors. Errors in logic, errors in continuity, errors in geographical placement, and errors about the stretchable limits of human belief. His books are a cornucopia of amusement for those who are safely past their teens and have a preference for adult literature, and as a way of reminding themselves of how far they have come.
The narrative is flat and juvenile in its construction, naively simplistic, no big words; and the dialogue is a continuously boring trickle of predictable cliches with dated vocabulary and repetitive cadence. No matter who is speaking, or what their nationality, they all speak in the same manner and use the same sentence structure. Characterisation is consequently deficiently shallow and not helped by occasional archaic phraseology straight out of the nineteen eighties, particularly when attempting a British persona.
The storyline would have us travelling all over the world, but once off American soil the author's attempts at exotic description are superficial and woolly, their perspective limited; suspiciously they look to have been constructed from nothing more than a casual trip around Google Earth. The plots are sexually adolescent, gratuitously violent and excruciatingly complex, and yet contrive to read like a child's progressive reading resource.
In short, these books are truly awful.
If you happen to be around Mount Holiness Church in Inwood, New York State, one still and moonless night, don't be afraid of the rustling noises coming from the cemetery, it will just be Robert Ludlum turning in his grave.