Alistair MacLean, the name itself conjures up many memories, of circulating libraries, musty paperbacks with their frayed covers, and covers of a dashing hero gun in hand, ready for action. My very first bestselling novelist, who drew me into a world of spies, double crossing, intrigues, action scenes, dangerous missions in war torn lands. Most McLean novels, had a standard template, a lone wolf hero, on a dangerous missions, up against a deadly criminal or an organization, dealing with intrigue, double crossing, betrayal. Just the kind of pulp thrillers, to relax with during those long summer breaks, or after exams. It also helped that his novels were essentially “clean”, no sex, matter of fact the heroines in his novel were essentially secondary, more a support to the hero. In a way McLean was the typical guy’s novelist, heavily male centric stories, with enough action, a rather fast paced narrative, wry, sardonic humour, and intrigues that kept the reader guessing till the end.
Alistair MacLean
Alistair MacLean
Alistair MacLean
Alistair MacLean, the name itself conjures up many memories, of circulating libraries, musty paperbacks with their frayed covers, and covers of a dashing hero gun in hand, ready for action. My very first bestselling novelist, who drew me into a world of spies, double crossing, intrigues, action scenes, dangerous missions in war torn lands. Most McLean novels, had a standard template, a lone wolf hero, on a dangerous missions, up against a deadly criminal or an organization, dealing with intrigue, double crossing, betrayal. Just the kind of pulp thrillers, to relax with during those long summer breaks, or after exams. It also helped that his novels were essentially “clean”, no sex, matter of fact the heroines in his novel were essentially secondary, more a support to the hero. In a way McLean was the typical guy’s novelist, heavily male centric stories, with enough action, a rather fast paced narrative, wry, sardonic humour, and intrigues that kept the reader guessing till the end.