I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
I was riveted during the prologue, but the author almost lost me completely on pages 7 and 8; anyone inclined to read this book should skip those pages. Nothing of consequence happens, and you'll be left with a mental image you'll never be able to unsee.
So given all that love and nausea happening before page 10, I was unsure of what the rest of the book was going to bring. Fortunately, the story evened out for the better. I went back to being lost in what is a fabulously decadent 'what if' fantasy of old school East vs. West. There are a lot of names dropped in this tale: Noël Coward, Marlene Dietrich, the Kennedys, even Ian Flemming. It was pure, escapist fun.
Unfortunately, Silver didn't quite stick the landing. He created an intensely intricate plot, but didn't give himself (or the publisher didn't give him) the pages to fully realise it. The result is a somewhat rushed and muddy climax that falls a little flat for lack of, and I can't believe I'm saying this, drama. I love what he wanted to do with it, but given more time and attention it could have been a breath-taking scene and that scene deserved the extra time and attention. Instead, it ended up being not much more than someone yelling "Fire" in a theatre. Finally, the last half dozen lines in the book should have been deleted. They were ridiculous, and of all the unrealistic things that happen in this book, they are by far, the most implausible.
This author is not without talent; I was enthralled for 75% of this book and it was, in spite of its shortcomings, a fun and entertaining read.