Robert Littell's "The Amateur" opens as well as one could hope for in an espionage thriller. In a scene the author describes with chilling clarity, a terrorist raid on a government office in Europe results in the cold-blooded execution -- on camera -- of a beautiful, innocent American woman. And the terrorists appear to fly to safety behind the Iron Curtain (the book is set in the Reagan era) without so much as a scratch.
Heller, the dead woman's fiance, just happens to be a top CIA cryptographer. Far from a field agent, Heller's a nerd, content to be squirrelled away with his computer and completely consumed with the idea of proving who in fact wrote Shakespeare's plays. Far from a field agent, his is the amateur of the title.
His life in ruins, Heller appears to be destined for a long slow decline into depression and alcoholism. But, through his fiance's father, Heller learns of the restorative power of revenge. Soon, Heller has blackmailed the CIA into letting him seek revenge, and he's getting trained as a field agent. His plan is to go behind the Iron Curtain and kill the three terrorists who murdered his beloved fiance.
But, for unspecified, ominous reasons, the Powers-That-Be at the CIA don't seem too excited about Heller's plan, and their frustrations aren't just due to the fact that Heller has successfully blackmailed the Company.
Thus far, "The Amateur" is a perfectly satisfactory thriller. Refreshingly, the story relies more on the human element than high-tech gadgetry, so it's nice to see Heller relying on his own wits and courage. Littell's writing is appropriately direct and concise -- he's not a Clancy-esque windbag getting sidetracked on matters of politics or superfluous subplots. But after Heller gets into the field, the book spins a little out of control, which is surprising considering how controlled the first half was.
Littell, I suppose, was in a bit of a quandary with Heller. After all, Heller is not a field agent and only receives a few weeks of assassination-related training. So it wouldn't be logical for Heller to suddenly become the next James Bond. But in allowing Heller to get from A to B to C, Littell allows Heller to benefit from a few too many coincidences. Note -- if you're ever working with a CIA agent in the field, don't ever exchange items of clothing that might cause you to be mistaken for the agent through a rifle scope. And if you're sidling up behind the field agent to put a bullet in his brain, don't give the agent time to be suddenly distracted so that he turns his head, causing you to miss.
It's also a little contrived that folks on the other side of the Iron Curtain with whom Heller gets involved are also fixated on the authorship of Shakespeare's plays. Yes, it's an interesting field of study, but to have so many experts in that subject in one small novel (only 252 pages) just ain't plausible.
This is the first of Littell's books that I've read, and I'm surely going to look into his other works. But I have to say that I was disappointed with certain aspects of this book -- not only did the book show great promise at the beginning, Littell's reputation had preceded him, so I had high expectations.