Readers met Five Lowrey in The Thirteen-a story of life, love, intrigue, and death on Ohio University's campus in the Fifties. Sphinxes followed Five into the Army's Counterintelligence Corps and the world of spies. His first case took him to France's Dordogne Valley with its medieval castles, prehistoric caves-and a beautiful Suret¿ agent who helped him terminate an assassin and find a missing CIC agent. In The Lazarus Pit, Five resumes civilian life as an art professor at Seneca University in West Virginia. Immersed in the college scene of the Sixties Five becomes involved in the pursuit of radicals who threaten national security. Exciting adventure follows as West Virginia's pits and caves play a major role in the radical movement. And of course Five's romances continue, with new faces adding interest to the spectrum of former loves.
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James Patterson lived many lives before he passed away May 28, 2004 while photographing Monet’s gardens in Giverny, France. He served with the Army’s Counterintelligence Corp in the final days of the Cuban Missile Crisis, and on administrative staffs of three universities. Patterson was a 1958 graduate of Ohio University in Athens, Ohio. He drew extensively upon those experiences to create The Thirteen, Sphinxes, and The Lazarus Pit.
Patterson was a writer, journalist, graphic designer, traveler, and photographer. He won numerous international awards for writing, photography, and design. He was also a freelance travel photojournalist and wrote for computer, photography, and graphic arts magazines. He lived in Largo, Florida, with his wife, Betty.
This is is the last in a series with a connection to Ohio University and the region. This James Patterson is an OU alum. Great read especially if you know about the area.
Very disappointing book as the author is not THE James Paterson. Sadly, you don't find that out until notes in the end. Very boring book that I wouldve put down but, as I thought it was James Paterson of fame, I said to myself "the next page is when it will take off." Sadly, that page never came. Skip by all means.