Windmills of the Gods is another in a long line of Sidney Sheldon novels destined—or perhaps designed—to be given visual treatment as a film or TV mini-series.
The story will keep readers’ attention for three or four hours, but they won’t remember it a day later.
The problem is that Sheldon’s stories have characters but they have no real people in them.
In Windmills, the newly-elected 42nd president of the United States chooses a widowed Kansas professor of Eastern European history to initiate his new be-friends-with-everybody foreign policy.
That policy doesn’t go down well with many long-time foreign service staff and with some major foreign governments.
It doesn’t help that Mary Ashley has never been further from Kansas than Colorado.
Nevertheless, Mary’s activities as Ambassador to Romania are given publicized as if she were a top Hollywood star.
After several missteps, Mary pulls off a series of diplomatic coups.
But the President’s enemies want to get rid of Mary and the President’s policies in one spectacular blow-up.
There are undoubtedly some people in the U.S. government as stupid as the people in Windmills, but putting an entire novel’s worth between the covers of one book strains credulity too far.
Windmills of the Gods by Sidney Sheldon
William Marrow. ©1987. 384 p.
1987 bestseller #6; my grade: C-
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