A heady brew of unknown origin is keeping scores of straitlaced Americans stoned out of their minds!
It's enough to give a drug pusher nightmares: thousands upon thousands of sober citizens are suddenly turning on and dropping out-for-free-and the illicit narcotics business has ground to a halt.
Under other circumstances, the pushers' plight would be cause for official celebration. But this time Washington's good and worried. And when the rock-ribbed Harold W. Smith, head of the supersecret agency CURE, knuckles under to the first buzz of his life, it's clearly time for Remo and Chiun to take matters into their own hands. Trouble is, Remo's suffering a mid-life career crisis, and he's flirting with retirement...
With the backbone of America melting into Silly Putty, will the land of the free be transformed into the land of the Lotus-Eaters? It's a loaded question, and the answer lies with an 80 year old Korean assassin and his rebellious pupil...
I never thought I'd say this, but this book was crap. I don't know who wrote it, but whomever it was knew little about the series, Chiun, Remo, Smith, or Sinanju.
Chiun tells Remo that he "should stick to killing." Huh? Remo is an assassin, not a killer. Chiun would never say this.
Remo's skill at death dealing is compared to the skills of a gourmet chef - the chef is mentioned by name? Again, Huh?
Chiun is reduced to a useless roll, and is superficial to the story. Remo has trouble dodging bullets, tries to kill himself with stupid moves, and totally forgets the 31 steps.
Chiun is trapped in a basement (a basement of all things!) with a bomb. He calmly sits down and awaits death?!? Neither he nor Remo can escape a basement with a wooden floor for a ceiling? Excuse me?!
Thankfully I have never seen a another destroyer this poorly written! SKIP IT!