There is nothing wrong with indulging every
once in a while. I’m not going to claim that Forsyth’s book was the best I’ve
ever read – but it made a damn fine read.
It stands to great literature like Die Hard stands to great cinema: it
doesn’t, but I think most people who have read The Day of the Jackal have to consider it one of their great guilty
pleasures. One can’t say that reading about the Jackal’s preparations, his ruthlessness
that is so bad it’s – actually – quite funny, his professionalism that reminds
one of a second-rate mafia movie, s/he doesn’t come to wish that his mission
can be accomplished.
After all, who ever liked Charles De Gaulle? I
mean, other than millions of French people. Maybe not killed, but it would be
nice to see him at least wounded. Kind of like seeing Wile E. Coyote at least
getting a bite of Road Runner.
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