I suppose you could say that the characterization in this book is good, as I absolutely HATED Oz Blackstone by the end of Chapter Two. Collosal self-regard seems to sum him up. I felt that the author's portrayal of Primavera, Oz's wife,was patronisingly mysogynous. The writing style is dated & pretentious: after, after Ian Fleming. I got bored with the old hat, ludicrously convoluted plot very early on, read the last page & threw the book in the bin, to join the 2 previous novels by this guy. Basically 'writing by numbers'. Sorry! not for me.