The Saint - Around The World

The Saint: Around the World (1966) by Leslie Charteris is your passport to that glorious mid-century fantasy in which international travel involves crisp suits, quick quips, dubious cocktails, and the comforting certainty that if anything goes wrong, Simon Templar will smirk at it until it behaves.

This is The Saint doing what The Saint does best: turning up in glamorous locations like a well-dressed moral weather system, bringing sunshine to the deserving and thunderstorms to anyone attempting fraud, blackmail, corruption, or general villainy in his vicinity. The “around the world” promise is exactly what it sounds like — a brisk, stylish tour of trouble spots, where the scenery changes, the bad guys remain depressingly consistent, and The Saint remains irritatingly unruffled. Airports, hotels, embassies, back rooms, beaches, city streets — wherever there’s a scheme, there’s a Saint, usually with a raised eyebrow and an exit plan.

Charteris writes with that breezy confidence that belonged to a time when heroes could be charmingly law-adjacent and nobody minded as long as the targets were unpleasant. Templar is not a detective in the cosy sense. He’s not even a policeman’s idea of helpful. He’s a gentleman adventurer with a private ethical code, a taste for mischief, and the kind of effortless competence that makes everyone else look like they packed their brain in their suitcase by mistake. He’s basically a global nuisance — but an impeccably curated nuisance.

And it’s 1966, so the world you’re travelling through has that Pan-paperback sheen: a little noir, a little jet-set, a little “this would be a lovely holiday if not for the attempted murder.” The dialogue snaps. The pacing jogs along like it knows you’ve got places to be. And the tone is pure Saint: glamorous peril served with a grin and a side of comeuppance.

This copy is Good, sold by Crappy Old Books, which means it’s perfectly readable and carries the proper vintage paperback charm: a life lightly lived, a spine with a bit of history, and pages that may have spent decades waiting patiently for someone to once again enjoy a world where villains are obvious, justice is stylish, and a witty one-liner can be as effective as a weapon. No ISBN, because the 1960s didn’t need barcodes to feel modern — they had confidence.

Perfect for:

• Fans of classic capers with a suave, winking tone

• Readers who like their justice slightly unofficial but deeply satisfying

• Anyone who wishes modern travel came with fewer queues and more glamorous skulduggery

• Collectors of Pan-era paperbacks who appreciate a good story with a better suit

In short: a brisk, globe-trotting dose of vintage charm where the scenery is exotic, the danger is punctual, and Simon Templar remains the one man who can turn international crime into something that looks almost… fun.

From Crappy Old Books — where the condition is Good, the villains are portable, and your next destination is trouble.

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