Entertaining. I liked Yusef better than I liked Gabriel.
It's interesting to go back and read the first Gabriel Allon tale after reading almost all the others. What appears to be missing a little is tradecraft which may have been a deliberate but clumsy ploy on Silva's part to advance the story in the direction he wanted. At even this early stage though, the craftsmanship in Silva's storytelling is quite apparent.
Daniel Silva is a master at suspense. I loved this entire series. I really enjoyed watching a character like Gabriel Allon who is a master at his craft. I feel like I can rely on him and I sure hope there are really people like that out there protecting us from the evil in this world.
A great fast paced read. The original was written before he meets his second wife in a later novel, so I was a bit confused about where he was in his PTSD recovery. But I love this type of fast paced and intricate spy novel. The good and the bad are shades of grey, not black and white. The big wigs make mistakes and put people's lives at risk. And the art restoration cover identity is a fascinating backdrop to all of that intrigue. Politics are complex and the middle east problem is amongst the most fraught for modern day peacekeepers. The author strikes a nice balance between justice and revenge in the violent world of middle east politics.
After downloading Silva's Gabriel Allon novels which he wrote after Kill Artist, I finally read this in paperback. NOT impressed. Too silly.
“This is a bad book. A very bad book.” He opined, talking off his owl-like steel glasses with his short, stubby fingers. He pinched the bridge of his nose where the nose pieces had left deep red indentations. The very same nose that had been broken by a piece of Egyptian shrapnel during the six-day war.
“I’m going to write a review and post it on the OPL site!” he declared, pounding the keyboard with suppressed fury. “I need to warn people about this book!” he growled, through his jaw broken by a stone hurled by a Palestinian terrorist during the intifada. “Readers need to know!”
“But what did you expect?” asked his lovely companion. “It’s a spy novel. It’s the kind of book that you read at the beach. Or on an airplane. It’s not supposed to be great literature.” she cooed.
“Yes, but there’s a difference between a well-written trashy novel and a poorly written trashy novel.” he snarled, short stubby fingers stabbing the keyboard like a Scud missile streaking through the sky to rain destruction on the kibbutz. “A well-written trashy novel holds your attention. The prose and description do not get in the way of telling the story. This book is full of purple prose and unnecessary descriptive phrases that just jump out at you like an Israeli paratrooper leaping from a plane. It’s too irritating to continue.” he sneered, slamming the book down on the table like a IED exploding on a lonely road during the night. “I’m going to write this review, then take the book back. It’s just not worth my time.” he exclaimed, continuing to attack the keyboard like a mensch possessed. “There are plenty more books in the OPL. I will move on to another more readable. Perhaps something by Dan Brown.”
His lovely companion rolled her eyes. “Yes, you do that dear.” she murmured.
Entertaining, well written, the villain's actions at the end don't quite make sense, though
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