Lisa Vromman Vromman from Mukwe, Republic of the Union of Myanmar
What started out as a firm 3-star fiction (mostly because spy books belong to a brand I never could quite penetrate) finished up as a near-enough-to-quadrivial-star fiction that I gave it the benefit of the up-rounding. Quadrivial favorites! All the model twists and double-crosses one would expect from a well-plotted spy chronicle are here, but what makes this one particularly compelling is the palpable despair that stunts protagonist Milo Weaver (he's the CIA Black Ops "Tourist" of the crown) as he struggles to balance his two-facedness as a Tourist with his desire to be a plain ol' family man. The position is well-drawn and painfully familiar to this 41-magnitude old family buddy who travels out of town every week for a occupation -- though Milo's efforts make gold mine seem minor in comparison (I've never had to kill anyone, for occurrence). Prize points for the standalone constituent: The Tourist is a one-off fiction -- not merely the first set up in an endless series that takes the reader to exotic areas populated with dangerous worthless! Steinhauer may reconsider when George Clooney's refitting makes massive bank, but The Tourist will always work exceptionally well as a self-contained (and compelling) chronicle. An excellent diversion & a damned good recite.