Let me say at the outset that I am inclusive. I embrace the idea that anyone, irrespective of their education, background, training or mother tongue, should be allowed to write a book.

However, they shouldn’t necessarily be allowed to get the book published. And if it is, a proof-reader and/or editor who does have more than a passing knowledge of English is a must.

In this book, none of the above applies. The book is amateurish in the extreme - the ‘plot’ is ludicrous, the proof-reading non-existent, and the editing apparently missing as well. The melodrama is enough to rival Neighbours. Men don’t shout, they cry out. Etc, etc.

Needless to say, I won’t be reading anything by Walter J. Boyne (best-selling author of ‘The Wild Blue’) who apparently described this abysmal piece of rubbish thus: “The Fourth War is a masterpiece, one that sets new techno-thriller standards.”

Indeed it does - I’m astounded that something with its complete lack of redeeming features could get read, let alone published.