I found this on a bookshelf, tucked away in a corner and was intrigued enough to give it a go, mainly because of the oddly long title, surely one of the longest ever. Looking inside, it states it was written in 1969, and once I got under way with it, the book does feel very much of that time. It's about a young man called Albert who inherits a tiny island called Foul Rock, in the English Channel, and sets about discovering what it has to offer. Once there, he meets a young woman, sunning herself on the rocks, becomes acquainted, and the adventures get under way from here, as humble beginnings snowball into an international standoff between major powers...
If you are looking for a serious, thought-provoking type read then this isn't going to meet your requirements, as it is purely a bit of fun, not that there's anything wrong with that. The writing quality is passable if not fantastic, but there's enough description in the prose to get a good feel of the island and the various characters as they come into the story. It is quite slapstick at times and the spirit of the sixties does seem to permeate the pages, and with the military aspects involved, it becomes a bit like a cross between a Carry On film and Catch 22 in a weird way.
The story line is a bit far-fetched, and at times it feels a bit over done, but the book is very light and does have a nice, everyone-getting-on-swimmingly, type aspect to it which is quite endearing and sweet in a way...
If you are after something easy-reading and effortless, with a general feel-good factor, that very much reeks of the sixties and a time long gone, radiating a naive but pleasant innocence, then give it a go, if you can find a copy, but don't expect a literary marvel, as it's all just a bit of escapism, which is fine.