Pan, London, 1966
The blurb on the back:
There were three of them
Thereís this old lag, see, proper East End villain, who finds out about a perfect heist while in jail, and he recruits a couple of straight but desperate accomplices when he gets out. Oneís a fading gigolo, the other a prostitute, both are decent middle-class stock and therefore the perfect front for the blag.
And itís alright, you know, but about a hundred pages too long. There are entire sub-plots that could be dropped without anyone shedding a tear, and with a bit of tightening of the rest, itíd be a neat enough little caper with just enough grit for the period. Maybe Mr Prior just got bored with writing for TV and fancied spreading his wings a little.
Functional, workmanlike, well-crafted, a bit dull.
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 3/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 2/5
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