I first found this book – literally – when I was living in Turkey. Wedged into a tree. The book – not me. I thought it rather an unkind thing to do to a book and tried to jiggle it free. It took a fair bit of wriggling but we got there in the end and out it came, surprisingly undamaged and, most importantly, insect free.
Initially I didn’t believe it was the Hugh Laurie – I mean, the guy acts – Blackadder, House, Jeeves & Wooster – sings, directs, plays multiple musical instruments and rides a motor bike. And now it seemed he’d written a book.
Full of excitement, I moved into full reading mode – door shut, feet up, mug of tea, biscuits, the full monty and got stuck in.
It’s brilliant. Imaginative – as you’d expect, clever, sharp, funny and sarcastic. As if House himself had written a spy spoof.
The story opens with our hero, the really rather dashing Thomas Lang – in deep trouble. Something that happens to him on a regular basis throughout the book as he wins some and loses others. There are twists and double-crosses and it’s only in the closing sentences do you realise what the book has been about.
As you know, I don’t like to give plots away but the written Mr Laurie is just as talented as the verbal Mr Laurie and the musical Mr Laurie and the biker Mr Laurie. Give it a try – see what you think.
Have you enjoyed this book?