Or rather, it's not about a great menacing evil, or better still to say that it's more about the nonviolent side effects of a great evil, a colorful spinoff of a violent interventionist American foreign policy. It's not a bad novel, doesn't invite the word "bungled," and it's not, despite the forces that have developed and honed these various characters, about a great evil. Maybe it was as artlessly manipulated as a CIA-sponsored foreign election? No, see, that kind of awareness needs to stay on the outskirts. I keep wanting to go with cooking-it had good ingredients, but didn't bake quite long enough mixed nicely but the souffle fell something along those lines-but that doesn't seem appropriate for a story about spycraft and secret lives and subterfuge. Perhaps, dear reader, you can help me to find the right metaphorical space here.
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