British screenwriter and novelist Patrick Alexander has brought the battered and betrayed assassin Abbott back home after a failed contract on Njala, a fictional African dictator modeled on Idi Amin. Now Abbott's superiors must scramble to ensure that Abbott doesn't make good on his mission and ruin a new trade deal with Njala, who's suddenly worth more to them alive than dead.
Njala has Amin's personality, with a few fictional flourishes: the nation he rules has been moved to West Africa, and gifted with substantial uranium reserves. It's this radioactive bounty that has resulted in the cancellation of Abbott's mission and the newly budding friendship between Njala and the UK.
Compared to the ripped-from-the-headlines fury of Target Amin by James Konrad, Alexander's use of Njala/Amin is somewhat restrained. That opening text about the AR-15 promises a lot of blood and guts, but much of the story is taken up by dithering from Abbott's spymasters, a mass of men with titles like the Controller and names like Smith, and their attendant secretaries/mistresses/wives. There's too much domestic drama around this, and Abbott's relationships too. Alexander never quite goes for the throat action-wise, and as Abbott and his former bosses feint and counter feint it all starts to feel like a very British farce - that's not unintended by Alexander, but the end result is somewhat toothless. When we finally get to the showdown between Abbott and Njala, the story picks up and the energy crackles, but it's too little, too late. Alexander also writes his villain Njala better than his protagonist Abbott, who we spend much more time with.
Despite my quibbling, Alexander's novel was a hit, it seems, with multiple editions:
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| With music by Ennio Morricone, too! |
The book review blog Olman's Fifty also reviewed this title back in 2013, giving high marks for suspense but criticizing the soppy love story. Meanwhile, a Kirkus review from 1977 is even less forgiving, calling it "just another Whitehall black-sheep story with slightly more flesh on the bones and slightly less blood on the pavement."
My verdict? Alexander sadly misses the mark one too many times, leaving Death of a Thin-Skinned Animal with a disappointing 2/4 rating. Njala and Abbott deserved a better stage.
This title is available to read and download at archive dot org.
Jove Books, 1979 (original pub. 1976)














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