Characters are bland and undeveloped, if at all. Action sequences don't make sense. Overuse of gee-wiz technology that doesn't exist. Events happen (a good guy gets tied up and beaten) which weren't covered in the prior paragraphs.
If you can get past the helicopters shooting down MiG-29s and Bourne in a commercial jet dogfighting with Iranian fighters (I'm not making this stuff up), you still have to deal with the incredible metamorphosis that has happened to Bourne himself between the Bourne Legacy (which I absolutely loved) and this latest offering. The loving husband and father, part-time professor David Webb, has now been totally consumed by the Bourne identity.
Lindros asks before he dies that his ashes be buried at the Cloisters in New York City. The Cloisters is the name of a museum built by the Metropolitan Museum and has never had a cemetery. He repeatedly talks about the "Washington National Airport" when that airport was renamed in 1999 to the Ronald Reagan Washington Nation Airport (usually just called the Reagan National Airport now.
Omar, the humble and innocent Pakistani waiter is sitting bound to a chair in a bathroom of the Washington hotel where he works, knowing he's about to be executed by terrorists. Does this terrified man beg for mercy? Does he hurl abuse at his captors? Not a bit of it. He lectures them calmly and collectedly on the merits of the Israeli nation: "Israelis themselves are Nobel laureates in physics, economics, chemistry, literature; prize-winners in quantum computing, black-hole thermodynamics, string theory. Israelis were founders of Packard Bell, Oracle SanDisk, Akami, Mercury Interactive, Check Point, Amdocs, ICQ." Clearly satisfied on all these counts and that this would be the normal reaction of anyone about to die gruesomely at the hands of Islamic fanatics, Mr Van Lustbader then lets Omar get into his stride, expounding his beliefs on how Israel should be the model for them to follow. Perhaps understandably, the terrorist leader slices Omar's throat, telling him: "This is gibberish." Mr Van Lustbader go that bit right. What a perfect epitaph, not only to this ludicrous scenario, but to the whole book.
I almost stopped reading when the main terrorist character "became" Bourne's good friend Martin Lindross, fooling Bourne and everyone else whi knows Lindross into believing it was really him. Please.
Several components are just simply poorly reasearched. I.e. Marine Rangers in East Africa. Rangers are from the Army.
The dialogue sounds like actual people and the plot while ludicruous is mostly resolved logically ... but at no point do you actually believe any of it - from the second sentence, you realize you are reading a book and if you have a 4-hour flight delay - this will kill it without you becoming too annoyed since it's so professionally done but like airliner food serves to put food in your stomach and not much more - this book serves to fill up hundreds of pages but as soon as you put it down, I defy you to remember anyone beyond the Bourne character's name.
The cliches continue to abound in this new addition to the Bourne series, with the pick of the crop the "turning" of the CI head's assistant by one of the key terrorists who want revenge for an earlier attack by Bourne on their father. Add to this the ease at which CI is infiltrated by nearly every bad guy on the planet, including moles from the Pentagon and another mole who owes his allegiance to the evil Secretary of Defense.
Lustbader is absolutely terrible at setting scenes - his descriptions of just where things are in relation to other things, is incomprehensible. It's impossible to get a visual of almost any three dimensional place the author describes, most often because he forgets his left from his right.