I don't typically read spy novels, but the teaser on the back was intriguing. Unfortunately, the blurb oversold this, and finishing was a struggle. The promised suspense, romance, and authenticity never materialized, and I was left unsatisfied - and angry.
There was nothing about these characters that I could connect to. Collins was a miserable cynic, totally unwilling to confront his own shortcomings. Everyone was a caricature, and they only existed for Collins to manipulate, degrade, or possess. Even at the end, when Collins finally makes a choice, there was no real reflection or character growth as a result. Even the plot was lacking, with no real tension or mysteries beyond how fast Collins would drink himself to death.
The biggest disappointment here was the way women were presented and addressed. The misogyny was so frequent and pervasive, I started bookmarking each occurrence, and by the end nearly every chapter had been flagged. Almaisa - the only female character who merits more than a passing mention - still can't escape the objectification by both other characters and the author. Collins admits in his narration that Almaisa isn't even her real name! The reader is supposed to believe that Collins loves her, but to me it was possession and not love. Collins seems much more concerned with conquering Almaisa than truly knowing her, and this is reflected in his treatment of her as an object and not an equal. The narration's focus on Almaisa's abaya and headscarf reads as more of fetishization than a character trait, with Collins alternately obsessed with removing them, then suddenly ordering Almaisa to don her headscarf again. The twist in this relationship was obvious very early on, because no self-respecting woman would stay with such a horrible, degrading partner.
Other women in the book are similarly dehumanized: Poppy is no longer worth Collins' time when her appearance changes; prostitutes are only there to provide information and satisfy Collins' urges; women are described based on their ethnic features ("skin that eluded nationality, that made her origins indecipherable", "China girl", etc.) or are dismissively referred to as "a silly girl". The male characters constantly make sexist comments. I found the sexism so offensive and pervasive that I would have confidently assumed this book was written by a man, and a sexist one at that.
I expected better, and I caution anyone considering reading this book. To me, it is irredeemable. There are ways of telling an authentic story without alienating the readers at every turn.