A well-made popular is not to be sneered at. The problem is that there aren’t all that many. A cursory trawl through the display racks of many an airport and railway station book stall reveals the usual suspects; the Dan Browns , John Grishams, J amesPattersons , Jeffrey Archers, et al. The best you can say about many of these prose potboilers is the writing style is pedestrian, the plotting perfunctory, the characters cardboard, the dialogue dully banal. Some, particularly the works of Dan Brown and Eric Van Lustbader, also suffer from laboured Germanic sentence formation that appears to indicate that English is the second language of these authors. You might have ploughed through the kind I’m talking about; with single sentences the size of an average paragraph, packed with subordinate clauses like an overloaded freight train so that the narrative chugs along sluggishly. If simple entertainment is the aim, most fail dismally. Take that doyen of the spy stor...