The Double Game by Dan Fesperman

 

This is really a muddled mess of a novel, especially through the middle when the author is deploying misdirection as hard and as often as he can--in this case, just about to the point of turning the story into an unreadable stain. I did finish the thing, but the going isn't really worth the go; all the muddle and mess just wreaks hell with the pacing and the suspension of disbelief, and goes a long way to demonstrating that maybe the Cold War Spy Novel is best treated as a historical artifact, if not just left in the past.