It took until my e-reader told me I had read 73% of the book to understand why Gerlis bothered writing this book at all.
The historical facts are well known, leaving no suspense. The writing is bland and expository. The characters are such cardboard cutouts I frequently had to thumb backwards to remember who was who.
Then, finally, at the 73% mark the titular protagonist performs the one decent act in the book, which naturally marks him for death.
So I guess that’s the purpose: spying is a nasty, dirty business that can only end in misery and death. Much like this book.
Anything Steinhauer writes is usually spun gold; this time, he weaves it differently, with strands of differing viewpoints and multiple characters starting at various time points in the story and at differing locations. Other than the opening (he never should have started with the Chinese thread there) it mostly works.
Milo Weaver, and his sister, is a gem.
I will miss Evgeny Primakov.
Letitia should be granted her own series.
Steinhauer perfectly captures the evil and banality inherent in the ugly world of espionage and spying, disabusing us of the romantic notion that there is anything glamorous or noble about it.
Early story featuring Erast Fandorin!!!!
Much better storytelling than the “S/he Lover of Death” gambits.
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Do you know the Muffin Man? If you don’t, it’s time you did. I have got to go back and read these in chronological order.