I started to read Frederick Forsyth’s books probably in the late 70’s after watching the movie version of The Day of the Jackal. He is one of those writers you find yourself attached to his writings and then you need a break because most other writers fail to measure to his books. For a brief minute, Dominque Lapierre and Larry Collins look like another great source of the genre, but they dissipated quickly. Then came Tom Clancy and your needs were fulfilled for a long stretch, but we lost him too soon.
And we also lost Forsyth just last month which forced me to check his life and works and realized I have missed a bunch of books which I have now (gladly) to add to my list of to-read. Back in February, I reviewed his first book "The Biafra Story: The Making of an African Legend" by Frederick Forsyth which was excellent and now I am indulging in this one which he refuses to call autobiography and says is just a collection of events in his life.
I placed quotes in review because I just began to read the book and the preface alone was fantastic and its first sentence is possibly one of the most intriguing and attractive ever written in a non-biography (or full one for that matter.)
Oh yeah, I am going to enjoy reading this book.
Miguel, I discovered Forsyth as a bored young kid one summer and the rest as they say, is history! He had a huge influence on me as a writer. You might check out Jack Higgins as well. He wrote The Eagle has Landed.