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can use it as a paperweight?
on 30 March 2015
This is one of the worst books I’ve read in the last twelve months!
A sweeping statement, perhaps? Let’s examine my reasoning.
First up, why did I buy it? In this case I was travelling at short notice and without my trusty Kindle, so nothing at hand to read. I live in a country where finding English-language books is like stumbling over a five-carat diamond while walking in the park. In my desperation for something decent to while away a few hours, I discovered that a branch of a well-known French hypermarket nearby carried books in several languages. Their shelves groaned… no they didn’t, there were less than twenty titles in English, and once I had eliminated those I had previously read and those genres that do not appeal to me, I wasn’t exactly spoilt for choice – one book left. Now, seeing the author was Chris Ryan should have been a guarantee of a reasonable action thriller without too much to task the neurons. This was my first mistake.
Fans of this author can usually expect a solid thriller, technically correct, given the man’s experience, and entertaining. This ‘story’ doesn’t fall under that description.
In essence it’s a collection of four intense action scenes (over long in some cases) populated by one-dimensional characters, totally lacking in any convincing argument for their deeds. The storyline was paper-thin, no, almost translucent would be a better description, and only served to move the protagonist as quickly as possible from one episode of violence to the next. My second mistake was to keep reading with the ignorant hope of tripping over, not a diamond, but something that would make the book something less than an exercise in how not to write thrillers.
Well I finished it and felt ripped-off.
Now, a further development: As I went to Amazon to post this review, and warn other potential unsuspecting victims, I discovered the author had previously released each of the four action scenes as ‘novelettes’ in their own right and therefore this manifestation was an attempt to monetise the ‘work’ done producing them. Now I feel doubly ripped-off – there’s no indication in the book’s blurb this was the origin of said piece of literary wool-pulling. I’m not even going to give the author an additional star for effort on this one. I wonder if I can use it as a paperweight?
Most definitely NOT RECOMMENED!