It seems the only self-righteous are allowed to review on Amazon. This reviewer has been blacklisted, and on two accounts. Their bots monitoring social media are infiltrating the very fabric of our existence to Amazon’ detriment who are missing out on high grade and highly snortable reviews.
One reviewer bitched about Cold Black as having too many homophones. He went on to tell us that he thought the book was about Fox, until he read the blurb. Now what the fuck is a homophone? I rest my case, Amazon is rewarding those hacks who can’t write, and penalizing those hacks who are least trying to write better.
In another one-star review, the reviewer said the plot was convoluted and contrived.’ Agreed, I wouldn’t have any other way. It’s fiction asswipe, not a thesis on mechanics of OPEC. It’s actually so much better. The reviewer continued, ‘Don’t waste your time and money on this one.’ Did I find the comment useful?No, I didn’t. So I told him so. ‘Do better asswipe, if not, shut the fuck up.’ I’m now doubly banned on Amazon and soon they’ll pull my books.
Ok, in this book I’m into the Arabs and the intrigue. Whenever we are taken back to the Ukraine, it’s for a very good reason.
Cheap oil and military contracts, everything is related when cold black is concerned. But don’t underestimate the Russians. Those who sell the most oil rule the world. So pay attention to the Ukraine backstory, which is a story within itself. That’s where the world domination conspiracy starts to form a reality. Most of it will play out in the deserts of the Middle East.
This writer knows the Middle East, he speaks their language, the language of the desert and the Prophet. It does not enter stereotypes. It takes us way back when the CIA trained the Arabs to fight the Red Army in Afganistan. And the Bedouins? They get a raw deal, there’s a reason why they live in the desert, to avoid fucktards. There are hints of Arabian Sands, but for the sake of the story, the Bedouins must serve a greater purpose, help the story move on.
Parts of Cold Black reminds of Ridley Scott’s movie Body of Lies. There’s the CIA operative, Casey, who seems to have more intel than the Brits. It shows the inequality of budgets in espionage. But the UK don’t mind accepting it. Nothing is free, and they’ll be paying for it one way or another.
There’s more action in this book than the last. Tracer bullets, flares, pink, yellow and purple. But more importantly, the SAS are being showcased. I’d like to think that Aiden Snow was a badged 22 SAS Regiment. But he’d tell you that it was Fox, one tough Scott who is hired by the Royal Saudi family to prevent any powerplay. Already a daughter of a high-level Saudi official has been kidnapped. Fox is rewarded for saving her by being offered a security job in Saudia Arabia. For any more plot development, read the book description.
It’s the intrigues within the intrigues. Who is butt fucking who? Fox will find out. He doesn’t feel good spying on his master and he’ll repay it with hunting down a terrorist cell that tried to kill him.
This is Aidan Snow at his best. He’s now working for His Majestie’s Secret Service, a far cry as a lowly paid physical education teacher in Kiev. Dehydration, this sleeper cell is woken up on a dusty road heading towards the Empty Quarter. High tech glasses, triangulation, real-time satellite maps, Cold Black just could be a tribute to Andy Mc Nab’s Cold Blood. Just could be… Incidentally, the first of the Aidan Snow book is called Cold Blood, check out the color of the font, a chilling arctic blue.
I’m not giving this book any stars. It’s not a fucking ebay rating. And while I’m at it, fuck you Amazon. If you keep it up, I might have to send in Adien Snow to sort out your fascist tendencies that reward the wannabes over the triers like myself.
After reading Cold Black, a reference to oil for you dummies out there, I was led to believe this is how things work in the Middle East. You get another feeling, Alex Shaw is being told first hand how things really work. Those degenerates. No, the Saudis were referring to Al-Qaeda.
Don’t miss the interrogation scene near the end when the terrorist is caught at The Palm in Dubai, a large man-made land development of five-star hotels, golf courses, and marinas which disgusts Khalid as evil western decadence (while the Belarusian wonders why so many Russian women are attracted to the sands) who is then ferried to a destination on the boat’s GPRS coordinates. Snow and Fox team up and kidnap Khalid after dodging bullets from a Belarusian ( I know I’m not guilty of homophone here) who is intent using the jihadist for a greater Russian cause. Everything is falling into place, nicely.
Oh fuck, I’m giving part of the game away, only a very small part thank you.
If you think that the boat, supplied by the CIA, is rendezvousing with an American sub in the middle of the Arabian Gulf, I’m not going to deny it. It’s far-fetched Hollywood, written for the big screen. Come to think of it, it’s very plausible. We are living in the Apple Emojicon age, aren’t we?
‘I’ve never had me a Saudi, but I’d sure love to try’ says Casey who is interrogating Khalid. ‘Do you have any sisters, or perhaps a wife?’ It’s one long wicked soliloquy that even Shakespear would be proud of. Casey could be Roger Ferris in Body of Lies. It’s a classic in interrogation where the word can be more painful than electrical leads attached to a battery and a set of testicles. If there’s a time to bring out the ham and cheese sandwich, now is the time.
The chatter picked up in this book has been ripped from the headlines. Cold Black has you covered if you like things real.
The Guy Fawkes joke was just slipped in. Aidan Snow selling spectacles on a business trip to Saudia Arabia? Who would have thought. He’s back in the fray with Fox, on another mission. The last one was in Northern Ireland and hairy as fuck, highlighting what tough fucks they are.
I particularly liked the early action scene in the book when Paddy Fox gets his payback. He attempts to kill his boss who is screwing his big titted Tracey while saving the daughter of the Royal Saudi family. It was brilliant, and every action scene after that one has to work harder. Was that a criticism? Well, fuck off. I don’t read a book for it’s ending, I read it for its ability to tap into my sluggish imaginative thoughts and actually take me there.
In saying that, I’m a few chapters short of the ending. Will the SAS foil Russia’s attempt at discrediting the Arabs and taking over the oil trade? Will Fox find another big titted Tracy and get reunited with his Porshe? At this stage, I haven’t got a fucking clue.
Don’t fuck with Fox, he’s right up with Aidan Snow as the best the SAS has got. It’s got all the high jinx of expat life, fat alcoholics drinking it up at the British Embassy in a dry zone where the desert will not only befriend you but consume you.
Cold Black is a tribute to intrigue and geopolitics. So next time you fill up your tank, think about this book.
Meanwhile, the ending was another surprise. The epilogue another nice round up of how real politics is repackaged and ‘smile’ for the camera. Another covert operation in Belarus. I’m not sure how Fox faired, did he live or die? The mood was pretty somber towards the end and lots of booze and pills being popped. I think Fox didn’t make it.
It felt right to end where it did, where Aidan Snow felt most comfortable, in the Ukraine.