All five stars for the momentum, if nothing else.
A breathtakingly fast-paced, complicated, (to me) unique, family/neighborhood thriller that started quickly and (again, for me) never slowed down.
It's hard to describe this one without employing spoilers, but, at times I thought I was experiencing a mash-up of Liane Moriarty's Big Little Lies (although set in the U.S., specifically, Austin, Texas, which is a long way from Australia), the recent movie Knives Out, or, I dunno, Tana French's The Secret Place (but on steroids), and ... , but ... no ... none of those are really apt comparisons.
Before the 2020 pandemic, I'd have recommended this for travel/airplane reading. It won't be in play for any literary awards, and no one will confuse the prose with the languid, lyrical experience of consuming James Lee Burke, even if the levels of tension and violence are comparable. And, in an unhelpful analogy, it seemed to be the very antithesis of, say, John le Carre's take on the world of cloak and dagger.
To be clear, it's relatively violent and effectively/consistently tense. Despite the foreign (mostly Russian) aspects, don't expect shades of Towles' (the glorious? transcendent?) Gentleman in Moscow or the kind of travelogue cityscapes you'd find in, say, Silva's Gabriel Allon thrillers. And I'm guessing that many espionage readers will find that Abbott strained the bounds of credulity, and it wouldn't surprise me if others also find that the author tried just a little too hard at the end to wrap everything up with a colorful bow.
But here's the thing: I picked up the book with, frankly, no expectations. (I hadn't even bothered to read a plot summary. I picked up the book because I'd previously read - and was pleased to have enjoyed - one of the author's previous books, which I read because the author and I crossed paths many decades ago....) The opening chapter got my attention, and, although I should have been doing many other things, I couldn't put it down. Even the short chapters, and the frequent change in perspective and voices, added to frenetic, breathless, staccato drive to the finish line.
I expect I'll keep reading Abbott. This one proved to be unexpectedly gratifying.