Saul Wordsworth

A scion of that lamentable early Twitter boom where anyone with more than a thousand followers was offered a book deal, Alan Stoob: Nazi Hunter takes a vaguely chucklesome premise ("Britain is the new South America, Bedfordshire its Paraguay" (pg. xiii)) and runs it into the ground. It is one of the most amateurish attempts at storytelling I have ever read, with a tepid plot, tedious pacing and shallow characterisation. It has a shabby, making-it-up-as-I-go-along feel, and frequently flouts its own rules. It ends with a pious, tone-deaf (and out-of-character) sermon on how the Coalition government then in power was indistinguishable from a Nazi one. Even on its own terms, as a light comic novel, it fails completely, containing some of the laziest, one-note 'comedy' I've ever read. On this evidence, Saul Wordsworth has no business being anywhere near a word processor. Execrable.… (plus d'informations)