Gunnery Sergeant Bob Lee Swagger is a true fictional American hero—a Medal of Honor winning U. S. Marine sniper in Viet Nam, the son of a Medal of Honor winning U. S. Marine sniper in WWII, grandson of a USMC sniper in WWI, and father of a USMC sniper in Iraq. Bob Lee knows the deepest secrets of guns and sniping, and he's willing to pass them on.
Bob Lee is also a persuasive man. He has talked author Stephen Hunter into writing sixteen books about the Swagger family: eleven about Bob Lee, three about father Earl, and two about son Ray Cruz. In addition, Hunter's bookshelf includes three non-fiction books. I've read all of the Swagger books and enjoyed each one—they are filled with acts of derring-do and with information about the sniper's tradecraft and weapons. They are also each very different—some are tongue-in-cheek, some display an odd lunacy, and some are dead serious. Hunter must have great fun writing about the Swaggers, but the books sagged a bit in the middle of the sequence.
Hunter's latest Bob Lee book, Game of Snipers (2019), brings the early Hunter roaring back. It begins with 72-year old Bob Lee sitting on the front porch of his house watching a glowing sunset and awaiting a dinner cooked by his loving wife Julie. He's enjoying a mint julep and pondering on his past when an unwelcome visitor arrives. Now, Bob Lee is always polite, but any visitor is always unwelcomed; the long unmarked driveway to his house is his way of saying "Stay Away." Yep! Bob Lee is as close to the Marlboro Man as you can get.
The visitor is a Janet McDowell, the fiftyish single mother of Lance Corporal Thomas McDowell, a Marine killed in Baghdad by one very long-distance head shot from a Dragunov sniper rifle, the .31 caliber Russian rifle using the 7.62 x 54R cartridge developed in 1895 by the Tsar's armorers. The shooter was clearly a master sniper, several cuts above the normal Jihadi shooter, and Mrs. McDowell has devoted her life to bringing that particular sniper to justice—which for her means getting him killed.
She has worn out the CIA and DOD on the subject, has traveled to the Middle East several times to get information—and to be repeatedly raped and beaten—and has bribed to get access to sensitive government files. She has also immersed herself in learning the sniper's methods and his weapons, and she's even taken to using firearms and studying ballistics. Finally, she's converted to Islam to better understand her enemy. She has discovered the street name of her target—Juba the Sniper, but no more. This is a very committed woman.
As Janet McDowell lays out her bona fides on his porch, Bob Lee decides that she has "true grit." She's done her homework, she's built a list of helpful but informal contacts within the intelligence community, and she needs to take the next step—contacting people who can put boots on the ground to locate and kill Juba. Bob Lee refuses to bring McDowell-justice to the sniper—that would be outright murder, not an act of war—but he takes on a role as her advisor and go-to man.
His first step is to contact the Israelis. The Mossad is very interested: Juba is at the top of their Jihadi target list, and they are impressed with Bob Lee's knowledge and tradecraft. They know where Juba is and they launch a mission to Syria with Bob Lee aboard to capture him. Unfortunately, he's not home at the time but as his henchmen try to burn the house and all the information, Bob Lee glances into Juba's workshop and gets valuable insights: Juba is testing Lapua .338, an ammunition designed for very long shots, far beyond the 1,000-yard effective range of the Dragunov, his normal weapon. He is also testing various loads—quantities and composition of powder—for a mission with very specific atmospheric parameters.
Bob Lee surmises that the probable target is an American and the location is probably on American soil. Bob Lee concludes that Juba's target is a high-level government official who, at the time of assassination, will be in a particular area of humidity, atmospheric pressure, and other ballistic-relevant characteristics. He doesn't know who it is or what the special atmospheric conditions are, but it's a start. He could have learned more, but his fleeting glance at the lab was all he had before the Mossad team had to depart.
With this information the Mossad's priority level jumps and it contacts the FBI to determine if Juba is now in the U. S. The FBI forms "Task Force Marjorie Daw" to pursue Juba; Bob Lee joins it as a "consultant" and Janet McDowell plays an important role. The attention shifts to America where the FBI, with Mossad and Bob Lee's help, is hot on Juba's trail. (Wonk note: Marjorie Daw was a character in an 1869 short story in which a man becomes attracted to a fictional woman: the story's last line is For, oh, dear Jack, there isn't any piazza, there isn't any hammock—there isn't any Marjorie Daw. The name was taken as a stage name by an American silent movie actress).
Juba is traced to the sanctuary city of Dearborn, Michigan. He quickly learns that he an active FBI target and goes on the run with the FBI and, more importantly, Bob Lee Swagger—the master sniper—anticipating his moves. The Juba chase ends when he disappears at the Wyoming ranch of Mexican drug lord named Raúl Menendez. Menendez is a genteel, polite, likable stone-cold killer who employs a variety of interesting henchmen, chief among them being La Culebra, a man to remember and avoid.
Menendez, a hater of Norte-americanos, is under contract with unknown high-level Jihadis, to provide a safe place for Juba to prepare for the big event to come. Juba gathers his equipment together: an Accuracy International AWM Arctic rifle chambered for .338 Lapua and capable of matching the longest distance recorded kill (Afghanistan, 3,770 yards, over two miles), a stash of custom loaded and specially processed .338 Lapua cartridges, tons of ballistics software packed into an iPhone for calculating elevation and windage based on temperature, humidity, air density, wind direction and velocity, and quality of pizza eaten the previous evening. He also is given a selection of kidnapped homeless people to tie to posts and use as targets at the specified distance of 1,847½ yards.
The FBI team keys in on Menendez's ranch as Juba's probable training site but when they raid the ranch they encounter only a bunch of dead bodies, including Menendez but not Juba. Juba is gone, but, in addition to the dead bodies, he leaves behind some telltale indications of his methods and equipment. With this, Swagger and the FBI team work hard to figure out who is the target and where and when the assassination is supposed to happen. Swagger's encyclopedic knowledge is essential, as he helps the FBI team scan through date books for government leaders who might be at open venues with atmospheric conditions close to those on Menendez's ranch.
There will be many characters killed in the completion of this book, none deserving lamentation. Yes, the FBI—well, really Bob Lee— will correctly determine Juba's target, prevent the assassination, and dispatch Juba. But none of that really matters—a Bob Lee Swagger story is all about the chase!
This book is now at the top of my Stephen Hunter list as a great read for any thriller-fan except, perhaps, those who are viscerally anti-gun and/or are turned off by detail in the fine art of riflery. My general rule is that in the fiction category, five stars is reserved for books with a strong literary foundation: great writing, unusual style, a unique story to tell, sensitivity to characters and places, and so on. But I happily abandon that rule for Game of Snipers, as I do for much of Stephen Hunter's work. It's good to see him back in form.