YOU have to hand it to George Adams - for the title at least. The Great Hong Kong Sex Novel is guaranteed to have sweaty fingers eagerly slipping between its covers searching for smut, to the sound of cash registers taking in dollars.
The development of Adams' books is fascinating, from dry academia (his first book was a volume of essays, Transactional Analysis in Education ) to pop psychology (Games Hong Kong People Play ) and their fictional equivalent in Wicked Hong Kong Stories. Some may see it as a descent into pulp fiction; others will recognise it as an ascent into the money-spinners.
And now we've arrived at the novel - the sexual adventures of an expat lawyer in Hong Kong.
The book is a series of linked escapades where Nigel Trelford meets girl, courts girl, fondles girl and does/doesn't have sex with her.
It really shouldn't be called a novel, as there is no character development, little drama, and a limp plot which rears up apolog etically half-way through.
What The Great Hong Kong Sex Novel lacks most of all is imagination - in both its writing and content. Few books are so limited in scope and style.