Review. Oracle
Review. Oracle When Tom Ryan stops his car late at night on a dark road for a man dressed as a centurion, his first thought is that he's picked up one of those amateur re-enactors... but the man, Marcus Appius Silvanus, appears to speak only Latin. He insists the year is AD60 and that the British Queen is Boudicca - and that he and his men of the Fourteenth Gemina are in hot pursuit of her.
So reads the back cover blurb of this book. Enough to entice anyone to read it.
Eagerly anticipating reading about the meeting described, I turned the pages...
Now what are the chances of a timeslipped Roman meeting someone on a dark and stormy night
in twentieth century England who just happens to understand and speak Latin ?
How can I possibly suspend my disbelief at the application of such a 'coincidence' ?
Now the scene switches to Toms sister. Who has connections to the Irish Republican Army.
Another coincidence, and another required to make the story work.
The book has the feel of one where a good idea has been subverted by the need to get it into print all too soon. Shortcuts have been taken with the plotting to make it all happen together rather than letting the gestation period take the length of time that it needs to work out all the details in a satisfactory manner.
Having said that, it is an OK book to read. In fact some parts are even funny. I just hope they were intended to be.
