Dear Reader,

The news of Frederick Forsyth’s passing sends me upstairs to my grandfather’s study. There, through the wood-panelled little room with its writer’s leather-topped desk and well worn divan, I head for the bookshelf.

Nestled among Wilbur Smith’s adventures, Len Deighton thrillers and Desmond Bagley novels, I find what I am looking for—three yellowed paperbacks with crumbling pages. The Day of the Jackal, The Odessa File and The Devil’s Alternative. Their author, the journalist-turned-novelist who redefined the geopolitical thriller, has died at 86.

Looking at these paperbacks, I am back thirty years, to my summer holidays in this house, riveted by Frederick Forsyth. This master thriller writer got me to commit my first literary crime—rooting for a killer ! I followed the Jackal, watching him set up his sniper’s nest in a Paris apartment, and actually hoped this assassin would manage to kill Charles de Gaulle. Such is the power of a fiction writer to create empathy for any character, and Forsyth does this superbly for his lone wolf killer in The Day of the Jackal. Little wonder it’s sold over 10 million copies, inspiring generations of assassin-protagonist stories from The Manchurian Candidate to Killing Eve.

So why should you read........

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