Beatcroft

Alan Furst’s novels of WW2 and the years preceding are, on the whole, truly excellent. I thought I’d read them all, but for some reason missed Night Soldiers, which is unlike the rest of his books, being much bigger  in scale: it covers Bulgarian fascism, Soviet NKVD recruitment and training (in too much detail) the Spanish Civil War (not bad) and on to the author’s beloved Paris. For the first time with a Furst, I’m struggling a bit. Spies of the Balkans, his latest, is much better. Indeed, I’d say this is the worst of the Fursts…