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Istanbul Passage: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Kanon, Joseph
  • Author:  Kanon, Joseph
  • ISBN-10:  1439156433
  • ISBN-10:  1439156433
  • ISBN-13:  9781439156438
  • ISBN-13:  9781439156438
  • Publisher:  Washington Square Press
  • Publisher:  Washington Square Press
  • Pages:  432
  • Pages:  432
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2013
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2013
  • SKU:  1439156433-11-MING
  • SKU:  1439156433-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100082904
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In the bestselling tradition of espionage novels by John LeCarre and Alan Furst,Istanbul Passagebrilliantly illustrates why Edgar Award–winning author Joseph Kanon has been hailed as the heir apparent to Graham Greene (The Boston Globe).

Istanbul survived the Second World War as a magnet for refugees and spies. Even expatriate American Leon Bauer was drawn into this shadow world, doing undercover odd jobs in support of the Allied war effort. Now as the espionage community begins to pack up and an apprehensive city prepares for the grim realities of postwar life, Leon is given one last routine assignment. But when the job goes fatally wrong—an exchange of gunfire, a body left in the street, and a potential war criminal on his hands—Leon is trapped in a tangle of shifting loyalties and moral uncertainty.

Played out against the bazaars and mosques and faded mansions of this knowing, ancient Ottoman city, Istanbul Passage is the unforgettable story of a man swept up in the dawn of the Cold War, of an unexpected love affair, and of a city as deceptive as the calm surface waters of the Bosphorus that divides it.1
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THE FIRST ATTEMPT HAD to be called off. It had taken days to arrange the boat and the safe house and then, just a few hours before the pickup, the wind started, apoyraz, howling down from the northeast, scooping up water as it swept across the Black Sea. The Bosphorus waves, usually no higher than boat wakes by the time they reached the shutteredyalisalong the shore, now churned and smashed against the landing docks. From the quay, Leon could barely make out the Asian side, strings of faint lights hidden behind a scrim of driving rain. Who would risk it? Even the workhorse ferries would be thrown off schedule, never mind a bribed fishing boat. He imagined the fisherman calculating his chances: a violent sea, sightless, hoping the sudden shape forty meters away wasn’t a lumbl3ã

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