I'll start by saying I'm a big supporter of fiction by writers living outside the traditional "literary bubbles" of the U.S., England, Scandinavia, India, etc.; and so it's a joy to see someone like Singapore's Flint start hitting the mainstream. She's been around a while now, and done fairly well with her long-running "Inspector Singh" series of Asia-based, semi-humorous mysteries. But with Beijing Conspiracy, she swings for the big leagues with her first international espionage thriller.
Intentional or not, Beijing owes a HUGE debt to Tom Clancy's Clear and Present Danger, with its crooked White House officials making backroom deals with our so-called enemies, and everything ultimately hinging on the unsanctioned actions of a rogue CIA (or in this case, ex-CIA) man named Jack. Which is fine in itself, except that to paraphrase Lloyd Bentsen, "I've read Tom Clancy and you, Ms. Flint, are no Tom Clancy."
The problems begin with the far-too-many coincidences that drive the plot, but quickly moves on to the writing itself which abounds with awkward similes:
The words claimed the attention of those present like the icy Siberian winds from the north.
The Navy chief was apoplectic, his hair standing on end and face as red as a hong bao packet.
General Zhang looked as smug as the cat who had ordered a lifetime of cream to be delivered daily and had the family dog arrested.
…and cliché Chinese dialogue:
"Come - let us go back to my place and prepare more flyers for the revolution!"
"The twelfth? But that is the day of the election of our new General Secretary of the People's Congress!"
"The Russian bear is a toothless creature now. The Chinese dragon remains a beast to be feared!"
Plus, while our former spy/warrior hero might be quick with his fists, he's often just a tad slower in other departments. He can kill three armed bad guys and then slip away without breaking a sweat, but then the next day has a panic attack on a plane just because he might bump into an old flame? And later, after killing still more folks who are out looking for him, his long-lost daughter is kidnapped right in front of him - and he wonders if it might just be a coincidence?
Another truly WTF? moment is when the Director of the CIA - like, Mike Pompeo-level "Director" - flies unaccompanied into Beijing on basically zero notice and starts going all spooky…I just gotta hope it doesn't really work like that, or we are all in big trouble.
One final note: Flint wisely makes up all her political characters on both the American and Chinese sides…except for the otherwise-unnamed POTUS (President of the United States), who is CLEARLY the mad-tweeting, golf-loving, Coke-swizzling, nonsense-spouting Donald Trump. I can well imagine the fun she had writing those scenes, where he clearly comes off as the totally off-the-rails sideshow freak he truly was. And while no one enjoys making fun of the Not-So-Great Pumpkin as much as I do…I gotta admit that it bites just a bit to see a foreign writer doing so, especially when I know that writing similarly about the leaders of either country she calls home - Singapore and Malaysia - could well land her in jail. (And to clarify, I've lived over seven years in those two countries, and while I deeply love them both, bastions of liberal democracy they are not.)
So yeah, go ahead and make fun of ol' Girth Vader - he certainly deserves it. But understand that here in the States we're actually allowed to do it too, without fear of repercussion* - as well as vote his corrupt, fat ass out of office.
* Unless, of course, you're a Republican Congressperson like Liz Cheney - in which case you will be drummed out of power by your so-called "colleagues." But stay tuned...that girl is JUST gettin' started...