David Lindsay is nothing if not consistent in his writing. Pleasing to read, understand, and follow along. Just not a thriller, for me at least.
Color of Night is among the spy genre, however, this is about what happens after the espionage is over and the agents return to "normal" life. And too many of these agents are art afficionados, apparently. This group did the Superman III plot of syphoning nominal funds from the bigger laundering effort underneath the bad guy's nose. Then stashing the cache out of reach, living off the interest. How long before the villain catches on? Start the book.
My pulse never reached above 120 bps, while beautifully detailed, geographically accurate, and metronomically paced, there was no real tension, fear of severe danger (or graphic death), or purpose, if I am honest. Yes, people died in this story, more perfunctorily than I prefer, but each felt like an aside than a driving factor for the plot.
We get to glimpse other FSI agents' demise as interludes between chapters of our lead, Harry Strand, FIS retiree, widower, and art gallery owner in Houston. As an aging former spy, he seems thorough enough in every outing and effort. And through Harry we get notional plot landmines that should bring more force but seem just on par for what Lindsay is building as motivation for the finale'.
Playing Moriarty to Strand's Sherlock, is Wolf Schrade, main villain playing all sides for the most money. Wolf is supposed to be the one behind all of the devastation in Strand's immediate circle, and target for Strand's ire. Lindsay paints Wolf succinctly enough, we get it, ultimate bad guy, but little beyond that.
Lindsay captures nearly every European street, building, monument, artifact, etc., along the winding journey; liberally applies art details and specifics throughout the story to the point of counter-balancing the spy thriller with an art lecture; and includes a plentitude of intelligencia details and tactics to keep spy fans on the hook. It all felt more accurate than interesting.
While not bad, just more ballet than boxing. Think the blurb was "Stylish" and seems right to me. For Lindsay fans, a no brainer, everyone else should consider your time wisely.
Thanks for reading.