Red Ink, found in my parents' old collection of Reader's Digests, is not what today's readers would call literary fiction. If you're looking for a fast-paced, new-suspect-every-fifth-page Russian crime story, this note's for you.
I enjoyed the read. It's hokey at times, and the main character, journalist Nikolai Katkov, wants to bed every woman he sees. But you must take the book for what it is: a thriller. Chase scenes are fun. Bad guys sometimes wear designer suits. Guns, guns, guns.
I appreciated the author's knowledge of Russia at the end of the Cold War. He did know some history. Russia attempting democracy was and is a crazy, corrupt thing to witness.