It’s that time of the year again, when Gerald Seymour’s annual novel hits the shelves. I’ve been reading his books since his debut, Harry’s Game, appeared way back in the seventies when I was but a teenager and he was still a regular sight on the nightly TV news bulletins. I’ve followed him ever since and although there have been a few bumps in the road, by and large his work rarely disappoints. His novels are always firmly rooted in grim reality, with no glamorous women, fast car chases or shoot outs, and this one is no exception. Here, a member of a covert military observation unit who suffers from PTSD after witnessing an atrocity in Syria is brought back into the fold to locate and identify the person responsible and dispense justice. The book superbly captures the various scenarios, the desolate Orkneys, the bare Syrian Desert and the bleakness of Russia, as well as the damaged personalities of the main protagonists. As expertly plotted and written as usual, if you haven’t read any of Seymour’s previous novels then this is a good place to start and then work your way through them all. – just don’t expect too many happy endings!
Length of Read:Long
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One thing you’ve learned
There are no heroes, only victims.