Summary: A 4 star idea with a 2.5 star execution that got clobbered into a 1 star final rating because of the book's terrible ending.
Enemies is a spy thriller from the feel-bad, Jimmy Carter era and it shows. Our protagonist with the rather strange name of Flood is a milquetoast reporter whose defining character trait seems to be rampant, yet consequence-free, alcoholism. On paper, he sounds great: fluent in Russian, graduate of Yale, good looking, winner of the Pulitzer Prize (the author was, if my Googling is correct, a reporter in real life). And yet, he gets nothing but disrespect from every character in the book; of course, that doesn't stop the only three females in the book from wanting to sleep with him, and two of them--sisters no less--actually do. In real life, those ladies wouldn't give this guy the time of day, and that's the first of this book's three giant problems: the protagonist is a loser.
The second problem is that the protagonist's choices don't really matter. This is one of those books where gravity is reversed for the main character; while everyone else falls down, he somehow always falls up.
Finally, the third problem--and it's a showstopper--is the book's terrible ending. Put simply, the author had no idea how to end this book, and it shows. I won't spoil things by going into specifics, but I believe that books should pay off the reader's effort, and this one doesn't.
The sad thing is that this book actually started out with some great ideas, and there are moments--especially very early on--where the main character does some interesting things, but then the author decides to sabotage his hero rather than letting Flood rise to greatness. Maybe the name meant something?