The other day I finished A DAWN LIKE THUNDER by Douglas Reeman
Bloody hell. Somewhat of a slog. Reeman's Bolitho novels under the pseudonym Alexander Kent are great. His WW2 standalones vary wildly- the early ones are good, and he always gives a good sense of place and time, and what it must have been like to live in 1940s with a naval bent. Unfortunately his later ones get lazier every time, and the characters are just a checklist of requirements with no decent dialogue - not even one-dimensional, (But, then, people say that about mine).
This is a later one, from the second half of the 1990s. The plot sounds intriguing, but is frequently glossed over, and doesn't flow; I kept waiting for it to actually move or hit a peak, and have some payoff to the setups, but they just don't come, because a really inept pair of romance plots keep getting in the way and bogging it down to dead slow and stop. The two main guys have each seen a girl for two minutes, and then spend the rest of the book noticing that the other guy must be thinking of her, and signifying their understanding with a non-sequitur that makes them each relieved they know the other guy. I think if it was slash it'd be more believable, and work better. There's even a random murder plot that wanders in from a different book altogether and doesn't provide any mystery, since the person everybody automatically suspects/assumes/hopes did it, actually did it.
The climactic raid is mostly OK, but then suffers from a sudden ending in mid-flow. In fact the whole damn thing, even including the good bits, comes over as a hodge-podge of random elements and none-dimensional characters from which some sort of file corruption has irretrievably deleted a random third of the words in the text, and a desperate editor has glued the remainder together in the frantic last hour before the office closes for a holiday. (The back cover has quotes from The Times and The Sunday Times praising it for being “well-characterised”. They lie, unless they mean the characterisation was dropped down a well and left there.)