Ira Sanderson had gotten himself kidnapped. The Tamil rebels of Ceylon had taken the American and were making strong demands for his release. Durell's mission was to get Sanderson released and, if possible, eliminate the Naga, or head of the Tamil fighters.
Edward Sidney Aarons (September 11, 1916 - June 16, 1975) was an American writer, author of more than 80 novels from 1936 until 1962. One of these was under the pseudonym "Paul Ayres" (Dead Heat), and 30 were written using the name "Edward Ronns". He also wrote numerous articles for detective magazines such as Detective Story Magazine and Scarab.
Aarons was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and earned a degree in Literature and History from Columbia University. He worked at various jobs to put himself through college, including jobs as a newspaper reporter and fisherman. In 1933, he won a short story contest as a student. In World War II he was in the United States Coast Guard, joining after the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941. He finished his duty in 1945, having obtained the rank of Chief Petty Officer.
Had Edward Aarons written Assignment Ceylon in the 1950s, instead of the 1970s, I could easily imagine a film version with the likes of Richard Widmark, Clark Gable, Robert Mitchum, Glenn Ford, or perhaps John Wayne. For this is a pure adventure story. Spies appear as little more than ornamental dressing for this tale set in Sri Lanka and the Andaman Islands, amid ancient temples and palaces whose archeological treasures includes a fabled Buddha Stone, on which the Buddha himself inscribed his first teachings. At the center is Dr. Sinn, whose name becomes, yes, even more meaningful when he reveals himself to be a Satan worshipper who may either uncover or use the Stone's message to upend the practices and belief of people across Southeast Asia who have made Buddhism their way of life. Sinn is also the heir to the organization once run by Madame Hung, the renegade mercenary espionage agent who battled CIA agent Sam Durell in four previous books in the Assignment series. Also along for the ride once again is Cesar Skoll, the KGB agent who by this time is downright sympathetic. He and Durell, in fact, have come to trust each other maybe even more than their respective spy agencies. Their attitude says a lot about the growing cynicism towards government and its secret institutions in the 1970s.
The one thing these Sam Durell novels also usually provide is a rich exotic atmosphere. I've never been to Sri Lanka and know very little about the place. But Aarons lets you breathe its hot, humid air, sweat in its insect laden jungles and forests, and slip through its swamps and muddy ruins that reveal long lost fortresses and religious hideouts that pre-date Hinduism and Buddhism. All is lush, green and choking in vines and thick brush. Full moons yield silver lights on lakes and waterways, while they cast nighttime shadows suggestive of earlier spirits that may still haunt the environs. This is as rich as any adventure story you might encounter from the likes of Arthur O. Friel, Talbot Mundy, Hammond Innes, or even H. Rider Haggard. A really enjoyable novel.
This is a very old, 1973, book. I guess I was jaded by the more recent "spy" novelists, Vince Flynn, Robert Ludlum, Brad Thor, etc. And the author died in 1975. The last 15 or so pages were the best.