"Why did you steal a Van Gogh and sell a copy to an Arab named Sam?"
"Because I'm looking for a Caravaggio."
"For whom?"
"The Italians."
"Why is an Isreali intelligence officer looking for a painting for the Italians?"
"Because he finds it hard to tell people 'no.'"
So far the only major drawback of doing most of my reading via audiobooks is that I have no easy way of marking quotes to use later in my reviews, which is something I usually try to include. I listened to The Heist during my commute to work, and I want everyone to appreciate the fact that I had to rewind the above passage at least five times so I could write down the conversation on the notes app on my phone. The reason I went to so much trouble to write down this specific exchange was because it perfectly sets you up for this complex, convoluted plot, and there was no way I couldn't include it in the review.
Having never read any of Daniel Silva's thrillers, I can't say if his other books require so many steps just to get to the main conflict. But holy shit, this one's a doozy.
So the book starts with art dealer Julien Isherwood being called to a mansion on Lake Como, where he's supposed to pick up a painting for a colleague. Instead, he arrives to find the painting gone, and the owner of the house murdered. Isherwood calls in his friend Gabriel Allon, an art restorer and Isreali intelligence agent, to investigate the murder and clear his name. Allon soon discovers that the dead man was a former British spy who had been trading stolen artwork, and that one of those stolen pieces, now missing, is Caravaggio's famous lost Nativity painting. To recover the painting, Allon has to borrow a Van Gogh, make a forged copy, and trade that version for the Caravaggio. Oh, and the money trail for the stolen artwork leads to a bank in Germany that holds the fortune of a Middle Eastern dictator. Getting the Caravaggio back will require spying on, and stealing from, one of the most dangerous political families in the world.
Like, that's a lot, right? Around the time the dictator was thrown into the mix (probably two-thirds of the way into the story), I was already tired of keeping track of the various spy shit going on, and the last thing I needed was for Silva to add yet another complication to the mix. And what a complication it is. I had been enjoying the book up until then, because there was a lot of good stuff about art theft and forgery, and Allon is a great protagonist - he won me over early in the book when he's going to the Lake Como house to investigate the murder scene, and when the cop on duty tells Allon that he has one hour, and that he'll be following Allon around the house, Allon snaps "I'll take as long as I want, and you'll wait outside." (Quote is not exact, because audiobook.) Also I mentally cast Oscar Isaac as Allon, which certainly didn't hurt.
I was on board for all the art forgery stuff and tracking the thieves, but then we introduce the dictator, and Silva takes us on a chapter-long digression to explain the history of the dictator's rule. And before I knew it, my fun art heist caper was gone, and had been replaced by a dreary political thriller. Not that there's anything wrong with those kind of books, but it definitely wasn't what I signed up for, and I finished the book feeling almost like I had been the victim of a bait-and-switch.
The writing is good, the plot is complex and fast-paced, and all the characters that Allon works with over the course of his assignment were interesting and well-drawn (also I could read an entire book about Allon's Italian spy wife, Chiara), but ultimately, the change from art heist to political spy thriller was too jarring, and I could never adjust. Silva's books were recommended to me by someone who has the same taste in detective novels as I do, and I don't want to discount his work based just on this one book. I'd definitely be willing to give Gabriel Allon and Silva another chance in the future; this one just wasn't quite what I was expecting.