2.5 but not worth rounding up
In 1939, King George V and his wife Mary tour Canada and the United States with the objective of strengthening US/British ties to make American help for Britain more likely in a war with Germany that was seeming more and more likely. This thriller recounts, in tedious detail, a plot by various US movers and shakers to assassinate the royal couple once they enter the US, toward the end of keeping the US out of the war, and the efforts by law enforcement from both sides of the Atlantic to unravel and thwart it.
I began to think that the author was paid by the word as the details piled on - endless descriptions of the layout of the 1939 World's Fair in New York City, of what the assassin had for lunch one day while scoping out said World's Fair grounds, of the route taken by a royal factotum within Windsor Castle to deliver mail to George V, and always, the routes various characters take, road by immaterial road, whether in Havana, Dublin, D.C., to get from Point A to Point B. I did not find the details adding up to much of anything but pages; they didn't create a mood, or help me picture the scene.
I also wasn't crazy about the characters. Jane Todd, tough girl reporter and absolute Mary Sue, was all cliché all the time. The Royal Couple were royally unpleasant. The only person who didn't have a nasty edge to him - an Irishman turned Scotland Yard detective - seemed clueless much of the time, making his ultimate role in the plot a bit improbable. And the whole book was written with a world-weary, cynical tone that grated on my nerves.
And if you know anything about WWII or the British royal family, from any of the many, many depictions of George in film or TV in the last 20 years, then you already know how this ends; so, not much suspense.
All in all, this book reminded me of why I choose mysteries over thrillers!