This book by Eric Lustbader will get only a passing mention for a couple of reasons. First is that this book seems to have taken a sensationalistic side road from the way Ludlum's books were written, bringing in lots of truly gratuitous sexual action/description. Secondly, it is just badly written: inconsistent and contradictory plotting, the most godawful metaphors I have ever encoutered, clunky and jarring. If this book is any indication of the general tone and quality of Lustbader's continuation of the series--and there are a lot--then the trustees of the Ludlum estate should be ashamed for giving this series into Lustbader's hands. They must care only about the money. Bah!
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