Without Mercy

July 18, 2005
Higgins picks up where his last novel (Dark Justice
) featuring top-level British intelligence officer Gen. Charles Ferguson and his right-hand agent, former IRA enforcer Sean Dillon, left off, three weeks after a shootout killed Russian billionaire Josef Belov and his agents Yuri Ashimov and Maj. Greta Novikova. But hold on, not all of the above are really dead, and those left alive have sworn to destroy the general and his band of spies, who are also grieving for their colleague Supt. Hannah Bernstein, another casualty of the confrontation. President Vladimir Putin makes several appearances to give orders to various minions and Russian super-agent, Igor Levin. Their mission is to secure the now-deceased Belov's vast oil interests for the Russian government. With few double-crosses, deceptions or surprises of any sort, Higgins's plotting is not very inventive, and the final shootout, when it limps onstage, takes two short pages. The whole mise-en-scène feels dated, with little in the way of modern-day tradecraft or technology. Ferguson's admiration for his Russian enemies and bonhomie for Levin in particular seems plain silly: "Damn his eyes, I like the bastard. Who knows what the future holds?" Not much for Higgins's fans, if we're to judge from his latest example. (Aug.)

Correction:
In the June 27 review of Paul Anderson's
Hunger's Brides, the agent information was misstated. The book was acquired from Random House Canada.

Fans of Jack Higgins and the Sean Dillon series are sure to love this title. With the Cold War beginning to thaw, the Russian GRU recruits IRA members to do its dirty work in the UK. Dillon and his Brit cronies enlist gangsters and Mafioso to help carry out their plans. However, all of the diverse accents create challenges for reader Michael Page. The story is nearly a verbal free-for-all when British, Irish, Russian, Spanish, Italian, and Arab characters cross paths. Nonetheless, Page does a credible job delivering the goods as both sides ruthlessly clash in typical Jack Higgins style. T.J.M. (c) AudioFile 2006, Portland, Maine