Catherine Gaskin's Cold War tale of international intrigue and espionage (circa 1964) is a well written novel. While not a fast paced spy thriller a-la Nelson DeMille or Ken Follet, it nonetheless reads in a very masculine way, without alot of fluff romance and overdone "feelings".
I liked Gaskin's slow build up of the story of Nobel Prize winning author Lawrence Devlin's disappearance in a small plane over the Afghanistan/USSR border. Did Devlin die in a crash, or did he perhaps defect to Soviet Russia? His grown daughter Sally is unaware of any duplicity in her father's life, but soon even she is caught up in the tangle of intrigue as she suspects she is being watched and followed, and her possessions rifled through. Unsure of her father's fate, yet unwilling to share her fears and grief with her estranged step-mother; a woman she has never even met, Sally eventually embarks on a journey to Switzerland with her father's long-time editor and good friend, and Josh Canfield, a writer with secrets of his own.
Gaskin's story is methodical and well developed, with plenty of in-depth character studies and a very palpable "is he/isn't he" mystery. I'm taking off one star because I would have personally liked more action, but that's just me.
Good stuff. I will be looking out for more by Gaskin in the future.
Do not be put off by the cheesy 80's Bantam cover. This is NOT a romance novel