Framed

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Good starter from Ronnie O'Sullivan, I admit was not big fan of the writting style but kept me reading. Yes there are a few things that have been introduced in this book that I am sure we will be revisiting in subsequent books but this opener didn't waste time and words in over complicating things. There is a clear autobiographical tone to Framed, to the point that it becomes nigh on impossible not to read Frankie’s mental commentaries in Ronnie’s voice.

I don't know if Ronnie is planning a sequel or maybe even a series of this book but if he ever does do a follow up I look forward to reading it. One presumes the elder Mr James would have preferred his lawyer end all missives with "fuck off you silly cunt" smeared in human shit, like a normal person. With potential for a series, while it doesn't especially bring anything new to the genre, its a solid start and I would be interested in reading more.

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It has a slow start and from then it has the odd burst of action with an ending you see coming a mile off. Yes the dialogue is clunky and makes you think that everyone in London talks like they're in an early Guy Ritchie film. It's like that bloke in the pub who is always at the bar decides to spin the longest most ludicrous yarn going. What follows is Frankie’s quest to clear his brother’s name and find out who was ultimately responsible. I was driving home from work one afternoon, listening to my favourite sports radio station and the hosts were about to interview Ronnie O'Sullivan.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 . Sub-plots are interesting, add to the enjoyment, keeping your attention rather than detracting from the main story. But in this gangster underworld of drugs, violence and murder will Frankie be tough enough to get the truth, set his brother free and get out alive? p>Read about how we’ll protect and use your data in our Privacy Notice. Or if it is, it's more like the kind of over-reach that happens when a snooker player uses a rest to get at an awkward ball, despite the fact that even a cursory regard for sporting ethics should render any such additional props cheating.

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.The book opens with a slightly forced dating technique — “some new Mancunian band touted as the next big thing in Brit Pop” may as well have just been written “it was 1994” — and sometimes as the reader you wish he would’ve trusted you to go some of the way yourself, rather than spelling it out. Good descriptions, realistic vernacular (the tone of the story is exactly how Ronnie The Rocket sounds in interviews). 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. For no believable reason, this young man suddenly develops the ability to solve complex crimes, read crime scenes, beat up gangsters, breaking and entering without leaving any clue. Suffice to say, no plot development throughout the entirety of this book disabuses me of this suspicion.

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. But in the dog-eat-dog underworld of 1990s Soho, is he tough enough, and smart enough to come out on top? uk/landing-page/orion/orion-company-information/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">The Orion Publishing Group Limited. 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. I have been a big fan of Ronnie O'Sullivan for many years as a snooker player, if he keeps producing books like this then I will become a fan of Ronnie as an author too.

But Frankie’s largely snooker hall-based alcoholism, and the lack of an attempt on Ronnie’s behalf to be any more subtle about the identity of the real protagonist is part of its charm. I am not adverse to a bit of bad language in context but have to agree that it was a tad over the top. THE SUNDAY TIMES on RUNNING Like a lot of shy people, he can look arrogant and aloof when he is performing, while underneath there's turmoil. Decent characters with potential to be expanded on when the next one is released, and of course a nice setting of a Snooker Club to which our main character runs.