I truly admire it. This thriller is a mass of whirling gewgaws, whistles and wheels, all cunningly assembled and like the wonderful Christmas toy in the old song, it hops, whirs and spins. You can't stop looking at it because there is no way to predict what it will do next. A wicked, slick creation, it fascinates by withholding information. Each time that an answer seems imminent, the reader finds himself deceived.
Nothing is what it seems.
Let's begin with the author, Russell Andrews. Even he is a fabrication created by two slick pros, Peter Gethers and David Handler. In actual fact, all of these factors serve merely as the backdrop behind the primary plot. The book's appealing hero, Carl Granville, is a young, aspiring novelist who had gone to New York with a draft of his first novel. When Carl accepts the offer, a strange courier arrives at his apartment each morning with pages from a poorly written diary.