A decent yarn. Plenty of suspense and surprises. Not very modern in its portrayal of women, but you sort of expect that from Forsyth, and I will say it was better than "The Dogs of War" in that regard. (It also bettered TDOW's treatment of POC... by barely mentioning them. I don't recall a single named character of color, just faceless armies of "blacks" that secondary characters had fought, with or against, as mercenaries in the Congo decades before the events of the book. [And yes, that's /better/ than TDOW. See my review for that.])
I'm not sure whether the plot really holds up or not-- it's got several very twisty threads that all weave together. And of course the main character is basically Superman, able to do whatever the plot requires him to do.
But I didn't read it to analyze it, I read it to have fun! And it was fun. I talked a lot about what's wrong with this book already, so here's a few good words about it:
I do really enjoy this kind of story. It reminds me of James Bond movies, a little bit, in that we see the quiet, shadowy high-ups make plans and plots, and then we see men of action carry out and/or ruin them. It was especially fun to follow the detective work in the latter half of the book.
One interesting narrative trick the author uses is that sometimes he'll leave out just enough detail that even though the characters know what they're going to do, the reader doesn't, so it's an awesome reveal when it happens. Conversely, sometimes the narration describes things the protagonist isn't aware of, so we feel the tension of waiting for that particular shoe to drop.
I don't think I'll be *seeking out* more Forsyth books, per se, but if I come across one I'll probably read it.