This book was a hoot! Set in England, we have a likeable guy in his forties, Gus Fox, who likes his life teaching school. He likes the kids for the most part, and is a caring guy for his autistic brother. Alas, single since his divorce eight years ago, the chick he has googoo eyes for is in a relationship with someone else, but they are still good friends…. again, alas, without any benefits.
Life is going along more or less swimmingly. (Did you see what I did there? That British expression? I crack myself up.) He is pressed into service against his will by some shady M15 character to spy on a Russian gangster.
OK, OK, you’re saying, whaaaaa, that would never happen. OK, maybe not, but this is FICTION, people, F.I.C.T.I.O.N. — the definition of which is Not Real. Get in touch with your Inner Child and suspend belief for just a bloody minute.
Now where was I? Oh, yeah. So he gets recruited to spy on a Russian baddie type, and things escalate pretty quickly from marking test papers to nasty encounters with ……
Well written, although the first person narrative flow is somewhat interrupted by being chopped up into number segments, but so what. That isn’t going to diminish the high fives it gets from me. It’s a fun read.
Anybody remember “I Spy” with Robert Culp and Bill Cosby? I loved that show.
Ta-ta, cheerie boo, and khorosho moi druz’ya.