Was he Brigadier James White, the revered head of British Intelligence? Was he Humphrey Grant, his second-in-command? Was he Jon Kidson, the perfect technocrat and brother-in-law to the woman assigned to unearth Russia's most deadly mole? Was he Tony Walden, the man assigned to be the woman's cover?
British Intelligence had to find out before it was too late for Britain and perhaps even the world . . .
Evelyn Anthony was the pen name of Evelyn Bridgett Patricia Stephens Ward-Thomas,
Started her career as a writer of historical fiction, later switched to writing contemporary thrillers, often with an espionage theme.
She met Michael Ward-Thomas on a double date in The Dorchester and both were attracted to each other.] He worked for the Consolidated African Selection Trust. They switched partners and were married a few months later.
They bought Horham Hall in 1968 but found that it was costly and sold it in 1976 and moved to Naas, County Kildare where she had relatives. Increased income from her writing allowed her to buy Horham Hall back in 1982.
In 1994 she became High Sheriff of Essex, the firswt woman in over 700 years to hold this office.
In 1995 her daughter Kitty died of a heroin overdose, leading Evelyn to not write for another seven years.
In 2004 her husband died of a stroke.
She was survived by her children Susan, Anthony, Ewan, Christian and Luke as well as 16 grandchildren.
NB:Some sources give Ms Anthonys year of birth as 1926.
Not nearly as tight or compelling as the previous book in the series. Stupid mistakes - not just human error, but really stupid - are used to move the plot. It insults the reader, who maybe would fare better and maybe not, but does not get paid to do this work.
Some of the obvious plays do spark tension.
Boring, tedious at the middle. The reader stops caring 'who' Albatross might be. Does it matter? This series has EVERYONE working for some other side. For money, for political ideology, for revenge, for sex - it doesn't matter why, really. The players are all critically 'loose-lipped' and the likelihood that it reflects reality is more horrifying than the story line.
The characters become increasingly disposable, interchangeable, disingenuous as the story wears on, leaving the reader weary and grateful to not have to continue experiencing this particular world. Even the ending, assuredly meant to be a teaser into the next book, instead leaves the impression of a tiresome 'not again'.
My spouse got this book and three others in the series iut of the library on Libby before we headed off for three weeks in southern India. We needed volume and some reading that wasn’t too taxiing and these fit the bill—he read them all and I did not until now. These are old school spy novels written before the wall came down, but the deep animosity combined with ruthlessness and a general disregard for what people think of you sums up the current Russian government as well. And Davina Graham is a modern woman in most respects.
The series continues much in the same vein. Davina has challenges. She overcomes and ends up with a man in her bed. Evelyn Anthony continues to keep me engaged in the story.
My spy is now your spy. Passed up for a promotion to Bureau chief in London? Come to Moscow you can take over as Bureau chief and get revenge and more money.
As I have noted in other reviews, a mole hunt is one of my favorite forms of espionage fiction. I am sure that is one of the factors that drew me to this novel when it was first published. I remember liking it, but the details have totally fled. The first three novels in this sequence are a carefully crafted whole—with this novel foreshadowing the final volume. I prefer Tinker, Tailor, Solder, Spy, but this is first rate.
Evelyn Anthony writes in a distinctly romantic style, but I continue to be completely engrossed in the story of Davina Graham, her colleagues in the Secret Service, her family troubles, and her lovers, not to mention the intrigues she must unravel! Only one left now, and I am so sad…