I found this book on a small shelf at the back of the Co-Op in North Rustico, PEI. I have to admit that I am quite chuffed to have found this book there. It demonstrates that the ever-thinning vein of British crime and espionage thrillers in Canadian culture has not dried out entirely. Ever-fruitful blogger Existential Ennui made me aware of Anthony Price with his great interview with the author.
Reading this book made me respect Anthony Price's style and thoughtfulness, but I don't know if this was the best introduction. It is late in a series and structured in a somewhat special way, as if Price was toying with the form. The exercise was a success but it left me feeling a bit cold.
I will not seek his books out, but will definitely pick out the next one I stumble across in the aisle of a rural supermarket.
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