I recently read The Desert Contract by John Lathrop. As a novel, it was ok. I mean, it had all the things a novel needs to have: characters, plot, and setting. The characters were so flat I could probably inflate them with a helium tank and they would still collapse like failed Macy’s floats onto the Sands of Saudi Arabia, which are featured prominently in the book. Oh yeah, I should probably tell you that the novel is about an ...




