I had a hard time writing this review. The "story" (if it can be called that) edges close to being interesting, but ultimately fails. Part of its failure is the consistent framework of each "chapter" - 1-2 pages of excrutiatingly detailed descriptions of a hotel room, followed by 1-2 pages of a diary entry.
We are to believe the author is part spy, part lecturer, part international thief, and yet it all comes off as someone who took a video camera to thirty or so hotel rooms around the world, then went back home to painstakingly describe each panned video of the room, imagine what he would be doing staying in the room and then put in segments of a greater story we never really see.
Imagine, if you will, an avant-garde film that begins with a detailed filming of a hotel room, step by step, from the door, to the bathroom faucet, to the ceiling, to the first lamp by the bed, etc., etc. (really, like 5 full minutes). Then, you see a man standing in front of a mirror, smoking, looking out the window and down the street to where two men in t-shirts sit talking. The man turns. In his hand is a Glock pistol. And then the film jumps to another hotel room somewhere else in the world, painstakingly filmed (again, for another 5 minutes), and again we see the man, but this time, he holds a book in his hand instead of gun...ta da. Oh my gosh. What does it mean? What is the author saying? That the pen is not mightier than the bullet? and so on, and so on, ad nauseum.
If that's the kind of film that you can't wait to see - this is THE book for you.
If you rolled your eyes at the above and can think of a thousand other things you'd rather do than see that kind of film, don't waste your money or your time on this book.