A number of years ago I read Shogun by James Clavell and it is probably the best book I’ve ever read.
Recently I fancied something different to the espionage fare that I usually partake of, so I picked this up off the shelf where it had gathered dust for several years.
This is a rousing tale of adventure about the founding of Hong Kong. A story of rivalry between two men and much, much more.
By the half way mark the story is surging ahead, darting between the characters to create a complex, intelligent plot.
I mainly chose this as it is essential background reading for when I tackle the epic and supposedly brilliant Noble House (the next book in James Clavell’s Asian Saga.)
I can see how the language used by the characters could put many people off – the use of pidgin English can be particularly distracting. Would it have been better to sacrifice some authenticity for an easier read? Quite possibly…
Overall a good, but not great, book.