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337 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 19, 2012
'And then?
It took me quite a while to figure out what was happening. Was Stella Rimington joking when she compared the publishing world with the KGB at its height, thanks to its use of "black propaganda, destabilisation operations, plots and double agents"? Ah no, she wasn't joking. At least I don't think so – and not if Howard Jacobson's face was anything to go by when the camera fortunately zeroed in on him. As he ages, his physiognomy is becoming almost as eloquent as his writing. Last night it said: "What the hell?"' 20 October 2011 The Guardian
https://www.theguardian.com/books/boo...
To which I juxtapose Guardian feature writer (and therefore I assume quite the superior of Sam) Stuart Jeffries 12 days earlier: 8 October 2011'The former MI5 chief turned spy-thriller writer and Man Booker prize jury chairman who, for the last hour, has been a study in question-deflating diplomacy, is angry. "As somebody interested in literary criticism [her degree from Edinburgh was in English literature], it's pathetic that so-called literary critics are abusing my judges and me. They live in such an insular world they can't stand their domain being intruded upon."
It's hard to understand why she's so cross – surely hissed denunciations, counter-denunciations and deals done behind closed doors during her 40-year career as a spy were ideal training for judging Britain's leading literary prize. And surely the media flaying of Booker judges' credentials is such an annual ritual that no one with a thick skin would be troubled by it.' https://www.theguardian.com/theguardi...
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This is so badly written, I'm astonished to find it is a late number in a series. People tried one and came back for more.
On the back cover the Wall Street Journal is quoted as saying the author makes a bid for the ranks of Le Carre, Greene etc. That's like saying McDonalds is making a bid for a Michelin star.
Read twenty pages, each more excruciating than the one before.
Clearly the woman doesn't know Geneva. She has the dude who kicks the book off wondering whether to stay home to have defrosted pizza for dinner or go out to a local cafe for something more interesting. Everybody knows there is nothing more interesting to eat in Geneva than defrosted pizza.