As a spy book, this one does what it says on the tin but it does it very well. It's a story that's been told and retold many times but this time from an English "spook's" perspective as he finds himself transported from Berlin to Cuba in the coldest part of the Cold war.
Although getting off to an auspicious start by locating Brentwood's country park in Brentford, it was uphill from then on as Suffolk boy William Catesby, complete with a chip on each shoulder rubbed shoulders and swapped bullets with his counterparts from the DDR, USSR and the USA as the Cuban missile crisis almost escalated into nuclear war. That said, there is little more action to speak of, it's more about the subtle nuances of "back door diplomacy" that make this such an intriguing read as the grammar school boy found himself in such esteemed company as Che Guevara and Bobby Kennedy. Plenty of name checking in this for you.
Like most books of this type, it can be confusing at times but not overly so and whilst the delivery is dry it rarely bored and was appropriate to the subject matter. I particularly liked his meetings with his boss Henry Bone, a man who lived up to his name and but always kept you guessing as to his true feelings and loyalty to Catesby. The Midnight Swimmer has a comfortable feel, if over anti-American feel to it. You feel like you've been here before but this time you're walking in a different direction and that's what makes it a worthwhile and enjoyable read.