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<text id=93TT0266>
<title>
July 26, 1993: Reviews:Books
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
July 26, 1993 The Flood Of '93
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 72
BOOKS
Damp Fireworks
</hdr>
<body>
<p>By JOHN SKOW
</p>
<qt>
<l>TITLE: Honor Among Thieves</l>
<l>AUTHOR: Jeffrey Archer</l>
<l>PUBLISHER: Harpercollins; 386 Pages; $23</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: When in the course of human events, inspiration
fails, it's time for lunch.
</p>
<p> Saddam Hussein, at least as he is caricatured in Western demonology,
is the perfect comic-book villain for Jeffrey Archer's latest
summer-weight thriller. What's more, the Iraqi strongman has
cooked up a fiendish scheme to humiliate the Great Satan: steal
the Declaration of Independence from its place in the U.S. National
Archives, and burn it on July 4, 1993, in Baghdad's Victory
Square. Horrors! Curses! Zounds!
</p>
<p> Or words to that effect. Alas, brilliance ends with Saddam's
bright idea. Even by the middling standards of pop novelists,
Archer's prose is plodding and mechanical. Scenery creaks as
the Washington set is wheeled out of the way and the Paris or
Baghdad set is trundled in from the wings. Now and then a stagehand
is visible. Characters speak lines (it seems to the reader)
without force or emphasis, as if reading from scripts at a play's
first run-through.
</p>
<p> Scenes that are cleverly blocked out should work but don't.
Here's the Declaration, John Adams' signature blurry from Saddam's
spit, nailed to the wall at Baath headquarters in Baghdad. We
see the hero, a lecturer in constitutional law from Yale, creeping
in to switch the real document for a copy. Then the heroine,
a beautiful Israeli spy who doesn't realize the switch has already
been made, puts the original back in place and grabs the copy.
Suddenly...but there's no tension, no believability, no
sense that Baghdad's streets sound or feel or smell different
from those of Paris or Geneva, or that a man and a woman in
peril might react in different ways. This sort of frequent-flyer
spy story depends on texture, and there's not much offered.
Archer, who lacks the talent to get by with less than his best,
writes like a man with his mind on an important lunch date.
</p>
</body>
</article>
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