Espionage thriller set in London during WW2 while London is being bombed nightly. It's a little Hitchcockian, guy survives being blown up by a bomb with nothing more than a scratch on his head and the loss of his memory for the last twenty years. The first half we have a despondant man shuffling around going through the motions of life who accidentally intercepts a secret message being passed from one enemy agent to another. They then try to kill him with a bomb, so the next phase of the book is about him blissfully enjoying life in a sanitarium, until he figures out that something is not quick kosher. So now he escapes / walks away from the sanitarium and goes to the police who listen patiently to his bizarre, half remembered tale, but eventually they trip over something and realize this is a matter of national security, so they call in Mr. Prentice, where upon they go charging around attempting to round up the suspects, but most of them are suddenly deceased, but they still don't know who the mastermind is. But then Arthur figures it out and almost gets killed for it.
Anyway, it's not a bad little book. A little too much agonizing about what could have been and how things are going to be kind of screwed up forever more, but that's kind of way everything is, isn't it?
No sense crying about it.
I ordered a hardback from
Amazon because hardbacks are usually larger and have larger print which makes them easier to read. This one was a hardback, but it wasn't as big as a typical paperback.
Update:
Just watched an entertaining video about a case of amnesia.
1 comment:
Chuck,
I have trouble seeing small print also. So I got a Kindle; the print can be any size I want.
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