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A review by canada_matt
The Bourne Deception by Eric Van Lustbader, Robert Ludlum
2.0
I have finally cracked the Jason Bourne code! Who is this man, who says that he may be David Webb, professor of things Asian, or Jason Bourne, mercenary trained by the CIA? His agelessness that Lustbader presents in book after books appears to baffle many, though he refers to his life in the past and the memories that occurred, including children, two dead wives, and flashbacks. This man, this Bourne is a blood relative to James Bond... or at least he must be, as they are the only two characters who seem unable to die, age, or cease getting into violent trouble. Lustbader is no Fleming, though he may fashion himself to be, as he continues to create this completely unrealistic character that bears no resemblance to the Ludlum masterpiece.
I could sit here and echo my Lustbaderian complaints, but I am sure many have read the past reviews. Bourne is fighting like some 20 year old, though he has to be in his late 60s by now; he seems to be a Sean Connery-like lover, though he has children who are at least 45 years old now; his family is written off in a single sentence, “the children live with their grandparents now, in Canada”; and the list goes on.
The book itself was too splintered for me, dealing with too many storylines that I am trying to piece together, without holding my attention. Even if the character names had been replaced, the book does not hold much interest for me. Alas, the bloody series continues and my self-made promise to keep reading it all has me cringing at the next one.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, I await more agony!
I could sit here and echo my Lustbaderian complaints, but I am sure many have read the past reviews. Bourne is fighting like some 20 year old, though he has to be in his late 60s by now; he seems to be a Sean Connery-like lover, though he has children who are at least 45 years old now; his family is written off in a single sentence, “the children live with their grandparents now, in Canada”; and the list goes on.
The book itself was too splintered for me, dealing with too many storylines that I am trying to piece together, without holding my attention. Even if the character names had been replaced, the book does not hold much interest for me. Alas, the bloody series continues and my self-made promise to keep reading it all has me cringing at the next one.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, I await more agony!