This spy thriller by Henry Porter only truly becomes the "gripping page-turner" advertised on the cover blurb around page 300 (of 550). Before then, and in parts afterward, it is mainly an account of people moving from here to there, getting in and out of cars, and entering and leaving hotels. Things happen, but where characterizations and political and philosophical digressions would be most welcome, they are mostly absent.
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