Welcome to a fiendish new breed of terrorism, where all it takes is a phone call to set off a devastating bomb. From this all-too-real premise emerges the sharpest, most pulse-pounding thriller in recent years. For Irish-born Constantine Lindow, it is really just an unlucky accident that marks the beginning of his troubles, a highly unfortunate case of wrong place, wrong time. While waiting for his brother outside a London tube station, Con watches a bus pull up -- and explode in flames. When Con wakes in the hospital the next day and finds himself arrested as chief suspect, "Remembrance Day" takes off and never looks back, careening toward a brilliantly shocking culmination. To prove his innocence Con must find the real culprit, an ingenious maniac who blames the IRA for bombs he sets off with nothing more than a cell phone. Is this remorseless killer actually in league with the British government? With a lightning-paced plot catapulting readers from London to Ireland to Boston and back again, "Remembrance Day" provocatively assembles figures from Scotland Yard and its rival force, the British Security Service, and links them in an uneasy alliance of death and terror. Utterly terrifying in its believability, and as cunning as the best of John le Carre, here is the hotly anticipated, highly auspicious fiction debut of the acclaimed British journalist Henry Porter.
