BY THOMAS HARRIS (WILLIAM HEINEMANN)
Thomas Harris created one of the most evil and sadistic killers in literary history. Nobody who’s seen the movie Silence of the Lambs or read the book can ever forget Hannibal Lecter. I for one will always remember him saying: “I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti,” and then making that awful slurping sound. Yikes!
That’s why I picked up Cari Mora with great expectations of being shocked and frightened out of my wits, but what a disappointment it turned out to be.
There’s no way you can call this a thriller. It tells the fairly lame story of Cari Mora, a young Colombian refugee who was a child soldier for the Farc rebels. She now works as a caretaker at the creepy old mansion in Miami that once belonged to the drug king Pablo Escobar.
A couple of villains are interested in this house because there’s a rumour Escobar buried $27 million in gold beneath it in a booby-trapped safe.
The pages of this book are littered with dead bodies and yet it all feels rather hollow and never really grips the imagination. Stay away if you love the Hannibal books.