Typhoon: A Novel
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Typhoon, a New York Times Notable Book of the Year a Top Ten Thriller of the Year (London Times), further confirms what all the critics around the world have been saying: Charles Cumming is a modern master of the classic espionage thriller, heir to le Carre and Deighton.
In 1997, a few months before the British government is scheduled to return Hong Kong to Chinese rule, Joe Lennox, a brilliant young operative for SIS (MI6), loses both his girlfriend and his first high profile asset – a prominent defector who disappears from a safe house. The girlfriend, the ravishing Isabella Aubert, he lost to Miles Coolidge, a hard-bitten CIA agent; the asset to collusion between his bosses and the CIA.
A decade later, Lennox is back in China, facing his old nemeses. With the CIA plotting to use an Islamic group to destablize China, the SIS seeking to thwart them and his old asset the key to all of this, Lennox, Coolidge, and the girlfriend they shared are hopelessly intertwined in a plot where trust is impossible and truth is unknowable.
had been foolish to use the account, foolish to use the Zhang Guobao identity. But what other choice did he have? A further five minutes passed. The professor remained in his seat, watching the cop, watching the doors. He wanted to take his glasses off, because they had begun to hurt his eyes, but it was important not to change his appearance or to draw attention to himself with even the slightest movement. Then, to his horror, he saw the policeman reach for the log book and begin to study the
the time to look at his map. “That is correct, sir, yes.” Miles shook his head quietly in the booth, wondering who the hell Jenson and Pinnegar had got themselves involved with. “Probably I should make it clear at this stage that there are also significant oil reserves in the Tarim basin.” The single word “oil” acted upon Michael Lambert like a shot of espresso. Oil was profit. Oil was power. A grey-haired executive in late middle age was suddenly lifted from his armchair slumber by visions of
Kong was an illusion. He had adjusted easily to the secret existence, as if he had found his natural vocation. He loved the work, he loved the environment, he loved the feeling of playing a pivotal role in the covert operations of the state. About the only thing that was missing in his life was a woman. 4 ISABELLA Isabella Aubert arrived at the restaurant at about twenty-past eight. The first indication that she had entered the room came with a simultaneous movement from two male diners
were friends with Lenan?” “Kenneth was visiting Shanghai when he was killed. We don’t know if he had meetings with Coolidge during that period. If he had sold out the CIA, and if Miles had found out about that, you can imagine that he might have felt somewhat aggrieved.” “This has something to do with Isabella, doesn’t it?” Joe had not thought through the question, which betrayed the true direction of his feelings. Waterfield buried his reaction in a sip of water. “Do you want it to have
cup of black coffee on the table beside her and she picked it up. When Joe came into the bedroom, rubbing a towel through wet hair, she clasped the cup against her chest and sneezed. “Bless you. Who’s everybody?” “You know . . .” They were both tired and Joe simply smiled and nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed. “To be honest with you, it always irritated me that they never asked. At Oxford, it was a sort of running joke that anybody studying Mandarin who could tie their own shoelaces would