Pan, London, 1972
The blurb on the back:
Good-looking Brett Sinclair, aristocratic ex-playboy of a hundred jet-set resorts, and nuggety Danny Wilde, self-made millionaire from the Bronx, get together for a war on crime – and come out fighting…
Is The Persuaders fondly remembered? I’m not sure. It was a British TV series but it was targeted so heavily at the American market that I think it fell between two stools, and lacked the inventiveness and free-flowing enthusiasm of shows like The Avengers and Department S. Anyway, what you had were two millionaire types – one Brit, one Yank – and they got into espionage-type scrapes, hunting down criminals in a variety of supposedly glamorous international settings. There was a certain amount of fun to be had in playing off Roger Moore’s silver-spoon-in-mouth playboy against the allegedly rugged self-made Tony Curtis, but not enough really.
And the novelizations, of which this is volume 2, are of interest only as objects, rather than as things you’d ever want to read.
Mr Tony Curtis and Mr Roger Moore
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 2/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 3/5
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