Reading this book was like walking into a Taco Bell and expecting authentic Mexican cuisine. You can throw on all the hot sauce you want, it’s still cheap, bland, tasteless, calories and as authentic as Stormy Daniel’s boob job.
Freemantle is usually a reliably good read, but this one rings false in its portrayal of the psychological makeup and breakdown of supposedly professional assassin. Where is the Muffin Man when you need him?
Early story featuring Erast Fandorin!!!!
Much better storytelling than the “S/he Lover of Death” gambits.
Do you know the Muffin Man? If you don’t, it’s time you did. I have got to go back and read these in chronological order.
Silva sticks to his well-worn, tried-and-true formula in The Heist. Nevertheless, it still works.