As far as memory serves this is the first Jeffrey Archer I have read. I am a lover of the short story form and so when a friend, who is a big fan of ex-Lord Archer, lent it to me it seemed a good place to begin as it would be a win-win. If I liked his style of writing then I could throroughly enjoy them and perhaps move on to something more substantial later, if I did not, well it was only a small part of my reading life wasted. I did enjoy the stories but perhaps not as much as I had hoped I would.
The book consisted of 14 stories varying in length from 3 pages to 50. They were enjoyable enough but perhaps a bit of a curate's egg as so many collections of short stories often are. Archer does not have a terribly high opinion of humankind it seems to me and this is reflected in his rather tawdry characters who are, generally, unfaithful or insipid, devious or dull with a couple of notable exceptions. (The heroes of A Change of Heart and Other Blighters' efforts being their places to shine)
Three stories stood out for me. The Endgame, Chalk and Cheese and the already mentioned A Change of Heart, all of which dealt with a loosely similar theme, though dealt with in totally different ways, of relationship and how looking at the world in a
specific way can healthily enlarge or cripplingly skew our vision.
I suppose that this is actually what a good story is always suposed to do; each one beginning as a window and ending as a mirror which is a quotation I love though can never remember where I first read it but know it is not from my own thought sadly.
A numbr of the stories dealt with the legal profession both as the source of story and the end result of some of them. Archer, understandably enough thinking about his history, is ever so slightly pre-occupied with criminality, embezzlement and fraud but unlike himself who had the 'fragrant Mary Archer' as a judge so memorably described her during one of his court appearances, none of the women come out of his story terribly well. Indeed there seems a strain of misogyny, mild in its influence, but flavouring the atmosphere nonetheless.
The last story The Grass is always greener is a clever reflection on the inability of most of us to see beyond the limitations of our own experience. It is well constructed and imaginative but again populated with, in the main, unattractive and bitterly closed off people. The world of Jeffrey Archer, certainly from this volume, is not a joyous one, not one in which people generally pull together or look for the good. Here again was the curse of the highblown fly-leaf where we were told that this story is possibly the best piece Archer has written, and will haunt you for the rest of your life. Hmmmm. It was good but not that good.
That, I think, is why i liked particulalry the three I mentioned earlier because they do, at least, give a glimpse of something which manages to throw a healthier glow naturally rather than a cold, unsympathetic shine raking over his rather sordid world view.