Are you looking for a great gift for your dad this Father’s Day? If he’s into thrillers or is an avid reader, he’s going to love “Target Churchill”!
Renowned author Warren Adler (best known for “The War of the Roses”), and Pulitzer Prize nominated Winston Churchill historian and author James Humes recently co-authored “Target Churchill” which is set on March 5, 1946, when Winston Churchill spoke at a small college in Fulton, Missouri. Many consider Churchill’s “iron curtain speech” the beginning of the Cold War. It’s a fascinating, historical spy thriller that will be available on Amazon.com on June 17th (but you can purchase an advanced copy from the link below). “Target Churchill” centers on an assassination attempt on former British Prime Minister Winston Churchill as he prepares to deliver a history-changing “iron curtain speech.
Please enjoy this excerpt from the book:
“He got out of bed and opened the curtain to look at the passing landscape. Then he turned suddenly, grew quietly thoughtful, nodded as if in consent to some inner question and smiled. In that brief moment, his entire mood transformed. ―Of course, he said, obviously addressing his inner self. ―What, sir? ―By God, Thompson, it‘s not an iron fence at all; it‘s an iron curtain, of course, an iron curtain. Yes, iron curtain. We must make that change. ―The speech is mimeographed and ready for distribution shortly, sir. Churchill shrugged. ―Never mind, I have found the perfect metaphor: iron curtain. Yes, iron curtain. He reached for his atlas and opened it to the map of Europe. ―Of course, he muttered. ―Of course. Beside his bed was the speech. He picked it up, flipped through the pages, and asked Thompson for a fountain pen. Sitting on the bed, he wrote furiously in the margins for ten minutes referring from time to time to the map in the atlas. ―Perfect, he said, reading his handwritten paragraph. ―Listen, Thompson. Churchill cleared his throat. ―From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic, an iron curtain has descended across the Continent. Behind that line, lie all the capitals of the ancient states of Central and Eastern Europe: Warsaw, Berlin, Prague, Vienna, Budapest, Belgrade, Bucharest, and Sofia. All these famous cities and the populations around them lie in what I must call the Soviet sphere, and all are subject in one form or other not only to Soviet influence but to a very high and, in many cases, increasing measure of control from Moscow. ―Brilliant, Sir, Thompson said, when he had finished. ―Toady, Churchill said. ―But by God, old man, you‘ve got it right! He practically danced to the shower as he shed his dressing gown. Thompson could hear the words of Noel Coward‘s ―Mad Dogs and Englishman emanating off-key from beyond the shower door.
Thompson sat in the front seat of the open car containing Truman and Churchill as it made its way, part of a caravan, through the streets of Fulton. Secret Service men formed their usual pattern of protection at various points in the front and rear of the automobile carrying the two leaders. The cars moved slowly along through the streets. Churchill and Truman acknowledged with waves the good-natured cheers of the crowd, which roared approval whenever Churchill gave his two-fingered victory salute. Thompson‘s head swiveled from side to side as he nervously scanned the faces in the crowd. The excited atmosphere of adulation and goodwill struck Thompson, as cries of ―Winnie! and ―Harry! rang through the air. Quite a crowd for a small town, Churchill commented to Truman, who waved to the cheering people lining the streets. Occasionally someone would break through the human barrier and insist on shaking Churchill‘s or the president‘s hand. Both obliged readily. Thompson would have preferred tighter security.