As classic spysy as spy stuff gets. Tweed is back, and so am I. Now, I must admit I was reading a lot of Cold War era books at this time, roughly 20 plus years ago, so I had a whole plethora of piniat ... books in the genre to compare, including but not limited to (fine print, within 30 days) The Fourth Protocol, The Janus Man, a whole bunch of Ludlums, some techno thrillers from Clancy and even a turbo-techno thriller from Dale Brown (NOT Dan Brown).
The Janus Man is another book by Forbes, and that one I thoroughly enjoyed. Precipice is a slightly less interesting work, with a slower and more predictable plot. There was a lot of drinking, a lot of snow in Switzerland, the usual colorful international cast of villains - think Bond and the world being so much bigger before we had Google Street - and an ending that is a little bit cliche. Likable not as powerful as The Janus Man. Probably because the story felt smaller. I guess you need a good ole nuclear threat and a bunch of Soviets to make it spicy. You can even see in the film today. Once upon a time, it was all about glamor as the enemy was big and red and menacing and far far away. Now that the world's become a fragmented village, we have more focus on characters and how vulnerable our top psychos all are. But you need larger-than-life spy agents to enjoy this genre, otherwise, it's missing the point.
Ergo, Precipice fell a little short ... mwuahahahahaha.
Still a good book.
No limerick today. A pun was enough.
Igor