Spy thrillers are places you've visited before: you'll have fond memories of how it was before the tourists started coming, and a basic grasp of the language. Ths spy thriller won awards, which got me to read the first few pages even though I'm not a fan of the bullets n bullshit genre.
By page 30 you've got the set up: top spy disappears, disgraced ex-spy brought in on hush hush terms.
By page 30 you've also got a very cynical view of marriage. Is there really so much shagging around in Vauxhall?
Jean-Marc Daumal awoke to the din of the call to prayer and to the sound of his children weeping.
"Jean-Marc, there is somebody I would like you to meet"