Title: Banality, Hessian Style
Product review: The author takes the conspiracy theory jag that the supposed Rudolf Hess imprisoned in Spandau for decades was actually an imposter who was finally silenced by British intelligence to keep him quiet in the fear that the Russians under Gorbachev would soon relent in their refusal to allow for his release and attempts to weave an imaginative tale of intrigue around it. The problem is that the plot is absurd; even if one takes seriously these possibilities, inane in their own right. Hess was a muddled man who couldn't have masterminded breakfast let alone international intrigue of momentous importance.Although the writing per se is competent throughout, even if the educated reader is willing to set aside the aforementioned grievous flaws with this novel's basic premises, the ending leaves one as flat as the Sahara. If one gravitates to this sort of work, then even Ludlum's most mediocre fare towers above this triteness.
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