I usually finish every book I start, but I cried uncle on this one at page 212.
This is not so much a book as it is bullet-point stereo-instructions, lifeless and soulless “action thriller” crap that's as brainless as it is lazy.
What is wrong with Ludlum's “Covert One”? Well, for one, none of the people in it are really characters. Each player here is more like an action figure, given an appearance and a stat or two, but nothing to make them human. Our hero is a doctor/soldier/“badass” named Jonathan Smith who proved to be as bland and uninteresting as his name. He burns for very bland revenge as he harries the plot of a villain who has a conspiracy working involving a virus. All of the villains are known to the reader and none of their allegiances are in question, since the book cheats out to cover what everybody does, says, and thinks.
The story, like the writing, is purely mechanical. I'm never expecting literature, but I figure a decent writer, hack though they may be, has a duty to invest some life and personality into any product they put out. “Covert One: The Hades Factor”, however, is so thoroughly generic and workmanlike that it never does anything with the material. It's like a cook who has no interest in pleasing the taste-buds, so they simply churn out nutriloaf.
Nearly every person in this story is supposed to be some kind of genius, many possessing a PHD or two. They never convey this through dialogue or actions, yet the narrator reminds us all that they have high stats and are wicked smart. This is more fuel for a growing theory of mine that writers who insist their characters are brilliant do so to cover up their own idiocy.
This book was an utter chore, and it's one I'll leave unfinished. On almost every page I found a source of irritation, from the Wikipedia-like travelogue blurbs about each location, to the awful dialogue, to the embarrassing and inescapable reminders that this is a “cutting-edge” thriller from 2000 (Hussein alive, the internet explained, Aspergers called an “affliction” ).
Every single thing that happened was buried in labored explanation, drawn out to the stretching point without any trace of levity or playfulness. You can't feel for the hero over the murder of his girlfriend as she was a non-character with an off-the-shelf romance who took too long to die anyway.
To be clear: I hated everything about this book and I regret ever starting it.