The thought of a 1930’s movies star spying in Europe just before the outbreak of WWII was intriguing, but the odd syntax of writing made it difficult for me to become immersed in the story. The crisp writing was too academic, and never let me connect with the characters. The personality of Hollywood star, Stahl, wasn’t charismatic enough to carry the book against the mundane conversations between the other characters. Halfway through the book, when the plot did not resemble anything related to spying, I decided I couldn’t continue. It seemed that a spy book ought to have actual spying in it.