In Steinhauer’s third installment of CIA double-secret operative Milo Weaver, Milo is cutting his losses due to the violent vanquishing of the Tourist department, and trying to make a go of civilian life. His wife and daughter matter more than his ties to the CIA. His former boss, Alan Drummond, is inconsolable and guilt-stricken. The few Tourists (a liberal euphemism for “trained assassin”) that remain alive are scattered around the globe, and one in particular, Leticia Jones, has enigmatic resources and reasons for contacting colleagues. Xin Zhu, a Chinese bureaucrat responsible for the mind-numbing and vengeful execution of the thirty-three Tourists, is in the hot seat with the Chinese government, and Drummond’s new target. On this feverish note, the story opens.
Steinhauer refreshes followers of his first two books (I needed it—it’s been almost two year since THE NEAREST EXIT, and three since THE TOURIST), and he also capsulizes past events to bring new readers up-to-date. So it isn’t imperative to read the first two books in order to engage with this one. However, I don’t recommend starting with AN AMERICAN SPY. Story progression is critical, and the subtext could be lost in the abbreviated summary. Although some of his characters are prosaic, Milo is the most complex of all, and he deserves to be met at the beginning. Moreover, this is not the strongest of the three books (that would be THE TOURIST), and having the other two under your belt will deepen your appreciation of Steinhauer’s latest do-or-die thriller.
As usual, events take the reader all over the globe, with some juicy digressions into obscure countries adding to the overall enjoyment of background and atmosphere. The novel opens in 2008, after a short prologue in Germany, with the obese and intellectual Xin Zhu, and Milo doesn’t even make an appearance for 90 or so pages. The plot/story is set up with sufficient tension, and the different Chinese players are rendered with fine strokes and nuanced appeal. The well-timed segue to Milo in part two commences in his New York brownstone. At that point, the reader is firmly engaged and piqued.
As in the previous two novels, this is a provocative page-turner that keeps you guessing. The only problem here is that I wasn’t fooled; Steinhauer didn’t stay one step ahead of me. A half-step, maybe. Also, at about the two-thirds mark, the sense of immediacy is sacrificed by the author’s choice to telegraph events in arid sequence. It therefore unfolds as a dry chronicle, a ceremonial undertaking that squeezes the charm and extracts the heat from the story. It was the first time I yawned in a Steinhauer novel! Still, the reader has already been hooked, and you won’t go anywhere until you find out how this unravels.
Fortunately, the author puts the sizzle back in the stake, and the denouement, although not original or perplexing, does provide ample twists and entertainment. Spy aficionados will likely fill in the blanks with deadly aim before it is over. It’s Milo’s charm and morality in an amoral world that keeps the buzz on and the ringers off. The ending is pretty spicy, gearing us up for #4. I’ll bite!