Moscow Rules follows Silva's previous tried and true formula - the book begins by introducing the bad guys committing a crime beyond the capabilities of local authorities to solve. A reluctant Gabriel, busy in some remote but beautiful locale, (in this book he is on his honeymoon in Italy), is then summoned. He pulls together a team of now well known characters and sets up a sting operation to snare the bad guys - usually Arab terrorists. Inevitably the plan falls apart at some critical juncture forcing Gabriel to single-handedly save the day..... and the world..... while providing the reader with a happy ending. The twist in this book is that the bad guys are Russian black market arms dealers supplying Arab terrorists.
The earlier books had a intriguing mixture of character and tradecraft. Unhappily, now, Silva is just phoning it in, lazily dredging up old characters from past novels for no apparent reason other than to repeat similar functions and fill up pages. No new conflicts from them, particularly Sarah, no advancing of plot, or more intriguingly, their relationship with Allon. The villain has become the same brutal venal character; only the name changes.
But much worse, MOSCOW RULES features the luckiest Deus ex Machina since Aristophanes. Without 'spoiling' the very fortuitous climax, all the previously hard won respect for Allon's ingenuity and skill is not exploited; instead, the vaunted team just leaves town, and the only thing that saves Allon and those that depend on him is the lamest break in the history of airport thrillers. The Allon Series has clearly run its course. Even the copy editors Silva so graciously thanks don't seem to care too much anymore either as a non-sequitur -- an apparently dropped line from Allon on page 166 where Seymour confusingly speaks twice in a row, anwering a question that was not asked -- caused me to reread the exchange five times before realizing I was reading a typo. No matter, the dialogue that is coherent is flat and lazy, with too many scenes of characters telling each other information that they both already know simply for the sake of the audience.
First, the Russian newspaper represented in the book is entitled "Moskovsky Gazeta", it should be "Moskovskaya Gazeta." The character Olga Sukhova has a grandfather with the same last name, Sukhova. Sukhova is the feminine form, if it is a man, it should have been Sukhov. I also noticed that the AK-47 is purported to have been one of the reasons the Soviets won against the Germans. I could only interpret this as a reference to WWII, yet, the AK-47 was not developed until after WWII. These are just a few of the errors I found, there weren't many more, but they did take away from the usual interest I have when delving into the world the author is trying to create.
An apparent a few weeks pass, the hero is in Saint Petersburg; it is White Nights. The book is has a lot of weirdnesses like that. A speaker of "fluent Russian" not knowing the meaning of the Russian word "silovik" is simply nonsensical, as is the AK 47 (the "47" means "1947") winning the war for the Soviets against the Germans ---- I don't know how much of a role the AK-whatever had in the Soviet win. The writing style was at times rather verbose, and I felt like it was pounded out in a hurry to make a quick buck, often thinking version of, "Why did you use ten words to say what could be said in six?" Thus could use a major, heavy application of "The Elements of Style."
Some of the scenes are so outlandish as to be comic. In a meeting at the CIA in Langley, Allon demands of the CIA chief the NSA telephone communication intercepts (presumably available) of the antagonist, Ivan, a Russian arms broker. The chief responds those intercepts are highly classified, and furthermore such information cannot be turned over to a foreign intelligence service, as Allon works for Israel. Allon casually responds that he'll call someone in the Oval Office, if the chief won't turn over the intercepts. The chief responds:
"You wouldn't."
"In a heartbeat."
"I'll get the material released to you within twenty-four hours. What else do you need?"
And please save the political rants: yes, Stalin, was certainly a murderer, but at least give the Russian people their due, as do all historians, for taking the millions of casualties -- civilian and military -- which bought the Allies the time to defeat Hitler. But in Silva's rigid world, everything now is black and white. If this review seems uncharitable, it's only because the first few books of the series showed such great promise and passion. Unique characters, worthy and motivated adversaries. However, the last couple, particularly The Secret Servant and Moscow Rules, are the last bloated gasps of a series that should be put to rest. Mentioning these efforts from Silva in the same breath as Greene and LaCarre is a joke.