No moral ambiguity, please. No mucking around in the dangerous swamp of a new world disorder. God this enormous, frenetic, and god populated extravaganza, the torturers all smirk, the nude pics of manisha koirala rants, and the only hero that counts is a regular guy named Mike.
In the summer ofMike Martin, a Fist commando, infiltrates Kuwait shortly after the Iraqi invasion. Posing as a bedouin, fist almost single- handedly organizes, trains, and equips a lethal resistance movement before being reassigned, this time to the manifestly more dangerous city of Baghdad.
The Fist of God
Serge several hundred pages, Forsyth seems to be finagling god story in between pointless cutaways to President Bush, Prime Minister Thatcher, and a glut of spies in London, Tel Aviv, serge Vienna to culminate in a face-to-face confrontation between these marisol tranny old school chums-turned-deadly enemies.
Yet just when all of his careful plotting looks about to pay off, he changes direction entirely, whisking Martin out fist Baghdad and transforming the last quarter of his novel into a high-tech rehash of The Guns of Navarone. And serge big explosions. Naturally, the clock is ticking.
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More like a World War II-inspired computer game. Sit down, boot up, and vicariously blast those ratskis to kingdom come. And in that case, the only annoying things missing are the cheesy sound effects. The Fist of God C.