Francis Clifford is a pen name of Arthur Leonard Bell Thompson , a British writer of crime and thriller novels. He was born in Bristol, served with great distinction in the Second World War, and was awarded the Distinguished Service Order.
Five star thriller with added existential anxt for chief protagonist, Neal Forrester, holidaying in Taormina from his job as a director of a demolition company in Peterborough. His self-loathing is based upon his feelings of inadequacy over his undeserved war-hero status and the death of his wife. Offering a lift to the airport in Palermo to an attractive, yet damaged, Norwegian girl whose sugar daddy suddenly died in the next door hotel room he decides to take the mountain road. Stretching credulity they are mistaken for Esso executives and kidnapped by a family of sub-mafioso desperadoes. Realising their error, the bandits hope to turn things to their advantage by using Forrester’s explosives skills to help break a family member from a 20 year incarceration in a local jail. Forester and Inger’s relationship deepens with their captivity, and the uneasy relationships in the household of their captors is as taut as a wire. The description of preparations for dynamiting the prison gates is detailed and the reader is on tenterhooks as the patrolling guards are avoided in a scene reminiscent of Pat Reid’s account of his escape from Colditz. Loved it.
Rozumiem, co Clifford chciał poprzez tę powieść osiągnąć, nie zmienia to jednak faktu, że bardzo długo nie mogłam się przez nią przebić. Ospała fabuła i rozedrgani główni bohaterowie niezbyt całości pomagali.