Crosby knows Moscow well - this is evident in her descriptions of what is a very strange place for Westerners. She makes some very shrewd observations and had me nodding in recognition at times. A visitor to Moscow has to brace himself or herself for culture shock. The heroine in "Moscow Nights", a journalist called Claire, clearly has such an experience. The visit to the hospital on her arrival is harrowing, and nobody would disagree with her descriptions of the ghastly place and the lack of dignity afforded to patients. However, after this she comes across as a spoilt Western brat. The author, Ellen Crosby, has extensive experience of work and study abroad, but Claire's snobbish horror at everything that is not like her comfy life in New York is irritating for the reader. She clearly takes absolutely everything for granted, which is something Crosby must surely have overcome during her assignments abroad.
Furthermore, Claire is not an intriguing character - she has no depth. She is portrayed as a privileged, bed-hopping American kid who works and spends time with other privileged, bed-hopping Americans. Crosby could have developed her character more, which she manages to do with David Manning, one of the other major characters. Instead, Crosby seems pre-occupied with physical attraction, so much so that Claire is basically an overgrown, hormonal teenager. Not only is this frustratingly superficial to the reader, but it is also out of place in at least two scenes: when she is describing the good looks of Nick Ivory's elder brother when Nick's disfigured corpse is lying in a coffin in another room, and when she is in a tussle with the killer at the end - not a time for a description of how the ruthless man is so good at kissing.
The conspiracy she uncovers is interesting, and this, coupled with the realistic pictures of Moscow she paints, is the reason I give this novel two stars, not one. The main feeling I got from this novel, though, was that I really wouldn't like to meet Claire.