In a novel that moves from Nazi-occupied France to contemporary Saigon, Pierre Sartene, grandson of the ruler of a financial empire founded on crime, searches for the man - a betrayer of the Sartene organization - who murdered his father.
Well, one is not going to learn much about Corsica from this book. Nor about the Secret War in Laos or the American War in Vietnam during which most of this pulpy and long (560 pages) title is set.
This is the story of a Corsican criminal family in South East Asia and how they made a fortune from buying opium, turning it into heroin and selling it in the Western world. As such, all the main characters are complete swine, including their aiders and abetters, the CIA, South Vietnamese generals and other rather usual suspects. Of course these Corsicans were all forced into it, by the island's French occupation and while this is understandable, the family's own moral code is not. Selling heroin is ok, a competitor helping himself to the women in his own whorehouse is not. Oh dear. The Corsican isn't very good. It's got more holes than an American plan to subjugate South East Asia and none of the characters are likeable, because they are abominable, right wing drug dealers, secret agents trained to kill and help the drug trade along and some strong willed but ultimately hapless women/sex objects/love interests. The Asian characters are just barely fleshed out with the exception of the main protagonist's child hood friend who turns into a mercenary killer. All the other Asian characters are also killers it seems.
The Corsican was first published in 1983 so that might explain part of the problem and the target audience is clearly one that is not expected to grasp the finer points of war, in Asia or elsewhere, misogyny, selective morality or narrative. Why did I read this book? Well, I co-wrote the screenplay to a documentary called The Most Secret Place on Earth some years ago, which covered much the same ground, so I was hoping to find a fictional version of my own story. And that's what I got but only in very general terms. The first half of the book is all about how the Sartene family builds up its empire, the second about how the US educated and reformed grandson of the family's godfather type Übergangster returns to SE Asia at the height of US involvement, as a CIA killer, to track down the man, a competitor of his grandfather's who killed his father decades earlier. It's a vendetta, and these are popular with Corsicans, so there's a factoid I managed to wrestle from this tepid book. The second half is better, the gaps between horrific violence and purple prose sex are shorter, though the credulity of the reader is tested more - unless you are comatose when you plow through this you will be able to ride about 50 pages ahead of each proverbial twist and turn in the narrative, all the way to crashing and satisfactory finale, in which the bad guys are heroes, the world is evil, honor is everything and the world's most successful drug dealers are really just fathers with good government connections trying to protect their kids. Please. Unless you are a completist when it comes to the Secret War in Laos (What? I hear you ask), incidentally the largest CIA action we know about to date, don't read this.