I gave "Legends," by Robert Littell, a marginal second star because the last third pulled together somewhat, but I found it to be a deeply flawed book.
Let's back up. "Legends" is the book that the recent TNT show with Sean Bean was based on. Yet other than a few names in the TV series that carry over from the book, there is almost NO similarity to either of the vastly different seasons of the TV series. Season one of the TV show was very "American" and season two was re-booted to be very "European." Neither season was much like the book, however. And the series was cancelled after burning off the remaining episodes of season two.
The novel "Legends" is about a retired CIA operative named (probably) Martin Odum who is operating as a small time detective in Brooklyn. When he was in the CIA, his specialty was to assume different identities and go undercover for long periods of time in criminal or terrorist organizations. At some point, he suffered a mental breakdown. So he is unclear which of his "Legends" (meaning covert undercover identities) is the "real" him and which are created.
At different parts of the book, it seems that the protagonist is suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder or Dissociative Identity Disorder and that his legends are actually split personalities. And it seems the book itself is suffering from the same splintered focus. Different chapters focus on different personas at different times. And the chapters appear out of chronological order, making for a disjointed "Memento-style" read that can be frustrating to follow.
The main story is about "Martin Odum," the detective chasing down a Russian gangster who left his Israeli wife without a proper religious divorce. The problem is that the gangster is the nephew of a powerful Russian Oligarch/mob boss who resents any of his family affairs being looked into. Yet we also get a lot about "Dante Pippen," a former IRA bomber who worked undercover with terrorists teaching them the craft of bomb-making. And in the most crassly "designed to sell a mediocre book" portion, "Lincoln Dittmann" has the first CIA contact with Osama Bin you-know-who. By the way, Lincoln also thinks he was actually in the Civil War and witnessed the Battle of Fredricksburg, because that's, you know, pretty likely.
I will say that the author makes Lincoln's descriptions and ruminations about the Civil War quite a bit more interesting than the surrounding material. There is a passion in those Civil War passages that is notably absent from the rest of the novel.
Most of the first hundred pages of "Legends" are a real struggle. The author is trying so hard to be "writerly" that the narrative suffers greatly under the weight of him trying to impress the reader with his intellect and fancy turns of phrase. The book is also a lot of "inside baseball" elements about the CIA that do not really move the story forward, it's just the author trying to show off.
Speaking of showing off, the characters in this book don't really converse like real people. They declaim their rhetoric like a bunch of boring college professors locked in the same room together. They make speeches and deliver monologues. You would think the writer has never had a good editor or has never heard real people talk to each other.
The book does improve somewhat as the story goes on. But it happens so late in the book that the average reader can't be expected to stick with the narrative--or try to decipher it. The "Martin Odum" story is too weak to sustain a whole novel. And the "Dante" and "Lincoln" stories don't have enough to say to make a whole novel. So these three narratives are grafted together willy-nilly and the reader is left to try to make sense of the turducken (or possibly just "turd") that ensues.
Reading this book reminded me of one of my experiences as part of a creative writing cabal/workshop. We had one aspiring writer--a high school track coach approaching retirement--who was writing possibly the dullest novel known to mankind (for the record it was about some kind of Olympic-style marathon with flat, stereotypical characters from all around the globe competing). What made me think of his horrid novel was that he, too, felt that any real character development could wait to take place after over a hundred pages and that readers would stick with his crap until he was ready to get around to start trying to make his characters interesting. Robert Littell is a much better author than that high school track coach. So he should know better than to do exactly what that track coach did.
There is a romance (of a sort) in the book, which did come as a great relief to me as a reader (as it broke up the monotony of the novel), but the romance seems tacked on and not terribly realistic. For example, the lady in question rushes off to get a tattoo in a semi-intimate area just so she can match the description that Martin gave of her (recalling an Alawite prostitute he once knew...but, hey, at least I learned what an Alawite was from reading this book) at a security checkpoint. That's what the author feels is an appropriate romantic gesture from a woman.
The last third of the book has a Graham Greene-like absurdist quality, which I appreciated more than the earlier, "speechifying" sections of the book. But the narrative never really gets that interesting. For example, a section that should be thrilling--the escape from an abandoned Soviet biological weapons lab full of barbarian lowlifes, led by a psychotic dwarf named Hamlet--is told in a dry, matter-of-fact way without mining any of the dramatic possibilities. The author doesn't seem interested in making anything exciting. It's as if he has "risen above" writing about things that an average reader would find interesting.
"Legends" takes a long time to get going. The author has a tin ear when it comes to dialogue. The book itself is dry and pedantic and very satisfied with itself (or at least the author seems to be). And the section with Bin Laden is just a naked cash grab attempt to sell copies of a novel that otherwise should have sunk without a ripple. I can't believe it won any kind of book awards. That's just sad. I have no idea why "Legends" inspired a wildly uneven TV show (or won any awards of any kind). But both the book and the TV series are, in the end, best left unexamined.