This is the 11th Gabriel Allon novel from Silva, and it is very good. At the same time, when you've done ten previous titles in a series, then it's easy for things to start to seem repetitive and derivative of previous outings, and that's once again the problem here. The last time around, the problem was surmounted by a particularly good plot line, but this one takes a bit of a step back on the plot front, making the more formulaic aspects of things more noticeable. Perhaps some of it is because I've read several of the titles in the past six months or so in an attempt to get caught up on the series, but I've treated other series authors in similar ways in the past and not had this same sense of having been there and done that. Oh, well. The bottom line is that, for whatever the reason, things did not seem particularly fresh here. For starters, Gabriel, an art restorer when he's not helping out Israeli intelligence, has been given a new restoration commission, which can only mean that he's about to get drawn back into his old life once again, just as washing your car can only mean that it's going to rain tomorrow. And so Gabriel and his old antiterrorism team are reunited once again and set about to put down the bad guys by employing their usual methods, including the use of some tactics that are tied to Allon's knowledge of art and the art world. And they more or less succeed (as always), but not without cost and not without (as always) a lot of angst and suffering and guilt for Allon.
And perhaps it is this last point that is beginning to get tedious for me, because everyone involved in this story would have been upset and disappointed by the things that went wrong here, but once again it is Allon who needs the time to recover mentally; it is Allon who has everyone worried; it is Allon who needs delicate handling by people tiptoeing around his damaged psyche, etc. Yes, he's the one who took some physical abuse as things played out, but they *all* failed when failure happened, not just Allon, and this willingness of his to take on the weight of the world is admirable, but tedious. Yes, I'm repeating that word because it fits so well here. And the whole thing just doesn't speak highly of the rest of the team who, if the lack of any mention is at all indicative, just went back to their "regular" lives with no scars of any kind, or something.
Beyond that, two particular oddities stood out for me in this one. The first was the choice of artwork for the hardback cover, which I realize isn't exactly something that is entirely within the control of the author. But here we get an image of the Louvre, which I would think would lead most readers to think that this particular museum is going to play a role in the story, and probably a significant one. But in reality, it plays no role at all, other than to have its windows rattled at one point. So anyone who picks up this book as a Louvre fan is going to be quite disappointed. I can only assume that the cover was meant to speak to both the art side of the story and to its European elements, but it still seems like a deceptive choice to me. The second oddity was one that definitely fell into Silva's purview, on the other hand. Near the end of the book, one of Allon's team is working with a group of Israeli commandos, and they are making their way to Allon's location to lend him a hand when ... well, nothing. That's it. They're on their way, and then we never hear anything more about them. We hear another character mention this team member later on, indicating that he is alive and well and all of that, but there's a huge hole in his narrative and we hear nothing from him at all about this missing time. Did he and the commando team just give up? Were they, in reality, the "Saudi military patrol" that Silva mentions? And if so, why misidentify them to the reader?
In any case, and in spite of these issues, Silva continues to be a darn good writer who does his homework and who doesn't give in to the sort of over-the-top nonsense that so many thriller writers can't seem to resist. And it is because of the overall quality of Silva's work that I expect so much from him and am disappointed when something falls short, and it's why I believe that a review of one of his books deserves far more than an "I liked it" or an "I didn't like it." As for this one, and in spite of some disappointments and unanswered questions over it, I will still be reading the next and most recent outing in the series sooner, rather than later. And I will try to remember to blame myself at least in part for any sense of déjà vu that I experience.