-Brewster befriends a pair of muggers by insisting they steal everything, even the $300 they overlooked in his right pocket.
-He hosts a luxury cruise for 50 to Europe, and the guests stage a mutiny to curb Brewster's inexplicable generosity.
-An Arab sheik tries to steal Brewster's fiance in Egypt, but is shot in the head while absconding.
A possible detractor: the book has far more dramatic content than the movie. This is not simply a comedic vehicle. It is thoroughly absorbing, nevertheless.
It begins on a Crusade in the Holy Land, and Sir Hugh and his companions are betrayed to the Saracans, by their Greek "allies," and slaughtered to the last man. Only one man survives, Sir Hugh--and with the aid of a mysterious helper he gains the long lost, legendary sword of Roland--Durandal. And he swears to avenge the death of his comrads.
This book was originally written as 3 short stories in Adventure Magazine in the 1920's and 30's, and originally combined into a novel in the 1930's. Now re-released here, it has stood the test of time very well. Worth mentioning--this book is a beatuiful new release, wonderfully illustrated. The author is Harold Lamb, who was not only a respected historian, but was also familiar with the places he used as the settings for his story. He spoke the native languages and had visited the sites he portrayed in this book.
One of the finest features of the book is the sense of fate, and determination that fills not just Sir Huge, but all the characters in this novel. As he is fleeing from his Greek enemies--with the aid of Moslem Arabs--he encounters the outriders of the invading Mongol horde--the soldiers of Genghis Khan, lead by the amazing Subadai. And because of his own quarrels, Sir Hugh joins the Horde--A Crusader in the Horde--and rises in rank because of his own abilities.
The storyline involves the distant future, where the South has risen again across several star systems; a war ensues against the opposing star systems who are analogous to the North. Two of the voices are shown here: the "notherners" and those of the New South, where the narratives are ordinary and in a heavy Southern drawl, respectively.
The New South are short on manpower, so they combine intelligent lizzards (third voice) with bodies stitched together with remains from battles and employ a zombie ritual (don't remember why) to bring them to life.
The imagery was so vivid for me, reading this when I was thirteen, that 23 years later I still remember this much. I still have a musty paperback copy back home in Cleveland somewhere (I hope). I never found any other books like this. Grab one if you ever come across it.
The dustjacket notes expalin that this is the further adventures of Sir Hugh of Taranto, who first appeared in the novel "Durandal," written by Harold Lamb. "Durandal" is a series of three stories first published in seperate editions of Adventure Magazine, and then later published as a novel. (I've posted a review of "Durandal" on Amazon.com. Great book. Read it. You'll love it.)
But the problem with "Sea of the Ravens," is that it does not continue where "Durandal" ended. "Ravens" is part of "Durandal"--the middle part actually--just rebound and sold under a seperate cover. Maybe the publisher thinks this is a pretty funny little joke. But for [the cost], I am not laughing.
Do no buy this book. Buy and enjoy "Durandal," but avoid "The Sea of Ravens."
Before his days as a respected historian, though, he wrote pulse-pounding historic adventre fiction featuring complex plots and heroes with Odyssean wit. Robert E. Howard listed him as one of his favorite writers.
As another reviewer noted, this is the second portion of a trilogy (I've learned that the third part should come out in 2002) that begins with Grant's reprint of Durandal. All three stories were collected in the 30s under the title "Durandal," but as that volume is long out of print and the Donald M. Grant editions feature amazing artwork, purchasing the individual books one by one is definitely the way to go--so long as the third book is finally printed!
Let me second the wish of that reviewer from Jordan that someone reprint Lamb's Adventure fiction.
No one has ever had a better ear for dialect, a better sense of the self-importance of minor officials, a better notion of how Balkan politics play out in the back-alleys of minor capitals. And certainly no one has ever had such a perfect (and reverent) sense of the ridiculous, when it comes to the probable behavior of the Vicar-at-Large of the Unreconciled Zwinglians, or the demands of the Frores for an independent Bureau of Weights and Measures, or the universal value of a glass of shnopps, wudky, or St. Martin's.
If you do not love these stories, you're probably just not ready for them yet.