His worldview was essentially colonial and, given what appeared to be his problematical relationship with his daughter, I was kind of glad that he wasn’t my dad. He was clearly a product of the nineteenth century who happened to be born in the twentieth, and was set to struggle with the twenty-first. I interviewed Smith a long time ago and found him to be an interesting, if peculiar, man. It was great knowing you for the most part but you cheated in the end. That's correct: books written by ghost writers but released under the name of Wilbur Smith like a Milli Vanilli but without the dreadlocks and the tight pants. PS2 - this post script follows about 10 months after the original review: I've just read an interview with Willie revealing he has signed a multi-miillion contract to release 5 more books -none of which he will personally write. PS: This is the most thick-skinned, sloppiest, uncrafted, unashamedly self-serving of all your endings. And the following year, and the one after that, until one of us gives up breathing. But I will probably be here next year, writing a similar review. If only I had not read all 34 of his novels, I'd skip the next one and the one after that. But in all likelihood the end will be at best forgettable, probably disappointing. This book is like driving the scenic route to go watch a Robin Williams movie: The man is talented, you'll enjoy the ride, and when you get to the end he may surprise you with a rare piece of brilliance.
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