In prose that strikes as powerfully as a sniper’s bullet and in granular detail that reminds us that Palmer isn’t only imagining, he’s remembering, The Wolf of Sarajevo races through the twisting, booby-trapped pathways of ethnic conflicts in the former Yugoslavia. The reader is immediately made a spectator to genocide. Within ten pages the book’s opening epigrams have been transformed from detached observations into self-appointed executioners and victims whose still-warm bodies disappear beneath cascades of bulldozed earth.
The plot propels readers like a Formula One engine at full throttle. As its threads twist and entangle, only to separate and rejoin, Palmer treats us to memorable characters, suspense, and surprises. Occasionally he turns aside to comment deftly on the craft of diplomacy and its uneasy partnership with espionage and on the foibles of various nationalities, including his own. This is a novel with attitude, both the characters’ and the author’s.
Palmer’s characters are memorable and they range from inspiring to entertaining to chilling. A CIA covert ops team is a merry band of thugs, whose leader is more Butch Cassidy than Mitch Rapp. But there’s a Bosnian Serb sniper who is as devoted to the art of killing as some are devoted to God or their children. For him, killing from a distance is an act of worship. “Wolf” delivers the righteous-feeling use of violence and the smack-downs of bad guys by good guys that are part of the attraction of a good thriller, while also reminding readers of the actual genocides of the past century and this one. Preventing yet another genocide is the quest of the hero, Foreign Service Officer Eric Petrosian and this is clearly more than a plot device to the author, Foreign Service Officer Matthew Palmer.
As in his other books, Palmer keeps us in the gray area where much of diplomacy and, indeed, life operate. There are few situations where good and bad are separated by a straight, bright line. Petrosian and his co-protagonist, CIA field officer Sarah Gold, are keenly aware that both the state department and the CIA want foreign policy rewards without risk and that’s not possible in the Balkans. They appreciate the irony that individual acts of decency may in some cases undermine the greater good. They butt heads when their differing views of morality and law collide.
I enjoyed this book so much that I raced through it and then immediately read it again, savoring the complexity of the plot and the power of the author’s descriptions of settings and people. When I finished I had collected gems overlooked in my sprint. One example: Searching for clues, Petrosian tracks down a Serbian Orthodox priest, in youth a political firebrand, now a quiet keeper of souls and bees. He finds the priest near “an apple tree that was too old to produce fruit but that could still make good shade.” Only at second reading did I appreciate that this phrase is not only an evocative setting of scene, it’s also a metaphor for the priest’s life journey.
Thrillers don’t come any better!