The Genoa Ferry is devious and exotic. It is a stylish, beautifully written and often very exciting story, set (presumably) in Gadaffi's Libya. Martin Fisher is summoned to North Africa, supposedly by his sinister, domineering brother, and finds himself lost in a labyrinth of sexual and political intrigue; his own bewilderment may well be shared by the reader. With its atmosphere of menacing, death-haunted carnival, The Genoa Ferry kept reminding me of the film Black Orpheus: I enjoyed it enormously, but I would be hard pushed to say exactly what it is all about.

A review of "The Genoa Ferry," in The Times, London, October 21, 1976, p. 17.∗