Framed

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Although it does flirt with it from time to time, the book on the whole avoids the nostalgic sentimentality that surrounds accounts of the Krays and the Richardsons, although its relationship with the underworld is complicated. It has a slow start and from then it has the odd burst of action with an ending you see coming a mile off.

Sub-plots are interesting, add to the enjoyment, keeping your attention rather than detracting from the main story. Without getting drawn into the book's ludicrous plot, which features drug dealers and prostitutes and a diverse cast of heavies, hard nuts and head cases, Framed also possesses one of the most admirably long-winded scenes of exposition I've ever encountered, featuring a bravura two-or-three-chapter-length sequence in which the actual killer describes every single aspect of his plan in near forensic detail, ending with a gory denouement that perhaps outstays its welcome by half a dozen pages or so.

I'd hoped that this character, like Ronnie, would be complex - all rock and roll swagger, but with self esteem issues, or even depression. I am not adverse to a bit of bad language in context but have to agree that it was a tad over the top. ronnie ist nicht nur ein snooker genie sondern hat auch die phantasie ein thema spannend und schlüßig zu erzählen. i didn't realise this was the snooker player, writing this, the name didn't register at first, just as well cos i would have passed the book over thinking there would have been too much about the sport in it . Extraneous characters are dropped and a strong narrative drive pushes this crime thriller through a strong finale.

He'd pictured them together at meal times, or watching films in some echoing, flickering communal hall, or reading well-thumbed books in a dusty library – all fucking clichés of course, culled out of Shawshank, which he'd watched in the Odeon in Leicester Square only last year with Jack. But aside from a couple of throw-away scenes in which the hero plays a couple frames to kill some time, and a passing reference to getting "The Rocket" to play in a proposed tournament, there's virtually no snooker content at all. PRESS ASSOCIATION on RUNNING When he starts talking about snooker and his rivals, he is fascinating. That style is replicated here in the first of a trilogy following cheeky snooker club owner Frankie James; with gangsters, police, family and murder. When this book debuted I was excited to read it, however for various reasons it sat on my shelf since 2017 until a few days ago when I got round to reading it.das buch ist in englisch und der wirklich einzige kleine wermutstropfen ist das f-wort das so oft verwendet wird. They] were discussing the local lad, The Rocket, and whether he might win the Masters for a second time.

Ronnie takes us to 1990s Soho where Frankie James sees his brother Jack arrested for the supposed murder of the fiancée of the son of one of London’s most feared faces. Ronnie's own life story is fascinating, and as a template for a character, Ronnie himself is a great place to start. Choice Packed with intrigue, action, brutal villains and a beguiling hero, this is a cracking first novel delivered with all the sidespin and clever swerves one would expect from the king of the trick shots!Ignoring the crime and solving thereof, it had a lot more going on around it which made it a very well balanced overall read for me. The books featured on this site are aimed primarily at readers aged 13 or above and therefore you must be 13 years or over to sign up to our newsletter. But you can't help being pulled in because it's such good fun and you want to see where he slips up. Ronnie is interested in Buddhism, and was the first celebrity to endorse Jeremy Corbyn at the general election. Be advised though that there is a lot of bad language, but for me this made the story more gritty and real.

I will at this point just mention that the majority of the negativity that I saw about the book was the amount of swearing. It's a sad fact that, although the always-contactable world in which we live is great for accessing cat memes, or telling your MP to go fuck herself because you're sad about the new Ghostbusters movie, it's utter death for any suspenseful thriller, and winding the clock back to before mobiles exist is a fairly common trope for avoiding such complications. He always swore to his mum he'd keep his younger, wilder brother out of trouble, but when Jack turns up at the club, covered in someone else's blood, and with the cops hard on his heels, Frankie has no choice but to enter the sordid world of bent coppers, ruthless mobsters and twisted killers he's tried all his life to avoid.Amidst this teeming underworld of brothels, gambling dens and, yes, snooker clubs, Frankie must try to say one step ahead of gangland undesirables and the smelly old bill. His life isn’t going that well, and when his younger brother Jack shows up at his door covered in someone else’s blood Frankie’s life gets a lot worse. If Ronnie O'Sullivan wrote like he played snooker, he would be in the same bracket of apparently effortless genius as Ernest Hemingway and Leo Tolstoy; this novel would win the Booker, and the Rocket would be a nailed-on future Nobel laureate. He needs to find out who framed Jack and why; but that means entering the sordid world of bent coppers, ruthless mobsters and twisted killers.