Kane & Abel

Jeffrey Archer writes impulsive thrillers at an incredible rate of knots, both in production and the desire to devour complete volumes in just a few sittings.

This book was massive in 1980... and my mother followed by my father devoured it in just a few days while on vacation, which I mentally catalogued as must be bloody brilliant, and did the same a few years later.

It's that sort of book, a Dan Brown type of unputdownable epic but which I can remember absolutely nothing about!

If I ever re-read, it'll perhaps get five stars, but four stars for now for that one-star hole in my memory.

Maybe it's indicative of how throwaway Jeffrey Archer's work is? Which was certainly brilliant at the time.