Page for page, Ian McEwan’s The Innocents is as gripping as anything you’ll find. Set in Berlin during the Cold War, its story revolves around a murder so vivid in its description that I had to shut the book and steel myself to continue. The infamous American spy tunnel figures prominently in the tale as well.
Despite the usual European treatment of Americans as passive and two dimensional, as if they’re simply furniture, the story is an excellent one.
Crossposted on Marxist Byproducts