Out of the Far North is the latest Nir Tavor Mossad Thriller from authors Amir Tsarfati, and Steve Yohn. There’s this kind of escapist tonality to the read, something that makes the sense of fun almost transportive if it weren’t for the grim reality tinging every page. There’s never anything topically escapist, and all you have to do is pick up a paper or watch the news to be reminded of the real-life stakes from which the book derives and grounds its storyline in. Tsarfati and Yohn write with this kind of brash matter-of-factness. They’re never ones to dwell excessive on verbose details, or filler passages which can even claim the lines of some of the greats – Le Carré and Clancy included. Their deliberately choppy, fast-paced, yet nonetheless vivid and immersive descriptiveness almost calls to mind referentially the work of writers like Cormac McCarthy, Tony Hillerman, or even Harper Lee. Writers who rely on the ideological power of story with communication that steps aside from the showcasing elements. Excellent writing, but never at the expense of the story not drawing one in closer. This dances well with the real-life backgrounds of the writers themselves. Amir Tsarfati was a major in the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF), and the founder and president of the nonprofit ministry group Behold Israel, while Steve Yohn also sits in a senior writing and editing position in the organization. He brings an interesting, juxtaposing experience which enriches the writing due to his theological history. For ten years, Mr. Yohn was a pastor for a church based in Strasburg, Colorado. It’s these two, theologically aligned but diverse backgrounds that help make the storyline components so interesting. They also probably play a role in what I highlighted previously, in a nutshell the narrative’s show don’t tell approach when it comes to communicating story.
Passages like the following are a great example of this: “A carton of cigarettes is the passkey that will open the gates to a great many checkpoints around the world. The man sitting in the passenger seat hoped that this was one of them. The Russian-made GAZ-3308 Sadko army truck bounced and rumbled to a stop in front of one of the hastily constructed, but now seemingly permanent, roadblocks that littered the thoroughfares outside the city of Damascus, Syria. Two rows of concrete barriers reached into the road, leaving a gap just wide enough for a truck to pass through, but only if the driver was watching his mirrors. Across the tops of the barriers, razor wire stretched in wide, lazy coils.”
Even when exposition features, it keeps the reader firmly in the heart of the action. You get a sense of what the aforementioned, showcased passage in terms of scene evocation would feel like. The reader feels like they’ve slipped into the incarnation of the character. It also, once again to call up McCarthy, feels like the opening of a neo-noir or Western here in the states. Overall, I would highly recommend the book. It’s fast-paced, it’s fun, and it’s even downright educational for those not cognizant, and even those cognizant, of the conflicts pertinent in the parts of the world the narrative focuses on.
Grade: A