The Rembrandt Affair (Gabriel Allon Series #10)

The Rembrandt Affair (Gabriel Allon Series #10)

by Daniel Silva


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Gabriel Allon must travel the world to track down a painting worth killing for in this #1 New York Times bestseller.

Having retreated to the windswept cliffs of Cornwall with his beautiful wife, Gabriel Allon's seclusion is interrupted by an eccentric London art dealer with a problem. An art restorer has been brutally murdered and a portrait by Rembrandt stolen—and only Gabriel can find it. But as he pursues the masterpiece across the globe, Gabriel discovers there are deadly secrets connected to the painting—and even deadlier men who will do anything to keep them.

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ISBN-13: 9780399156588
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/20/2010
Series: Gabriel Allon Series , #10
Pages: 484
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.90(d)

About the Author

Daniel Silva is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Unlikely Spy, The Mark of the Assassin, The Marching Season, and the Gabriel Allon series, including The Kill Artist, The English Assassin, The Confessor, A Death in Vienna, Prince of Fire, The Messenger, The Secret Servant, Moscow Rules, The Defector, The Rembrandt Affair, Portrait of a Spy, The Fallen Angel, The English Girl, The Heist, The English Spy, The Black Widow, and House of Spies. His books are published in more than thirty countries and are bestsellers around the world.

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By coincidence it was Timothy Peel who first learned that the stranger had returned to Cornwall. He made the discovery shortly before midnight on a rain-swept Wednesday in mid-September. And only because he had politely declined the persistent entreaties from the boys at work to attend the midweek bash at the Godolphin Arms up in Marazion.

It was a mystery to Peel why they still bothered to invite him. Truth be told, he had never cared much for the company of drinkers. And these days, whenever he set foot in a pub, there was at least one intoxicated soul who would try to badger him into talking about "little Adam Hathaway." Six months earlier, in one of the most dramatic rescues in the history of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution, Peel had plucked the six-year-old boy from the treacherous surf off Sennen Cove. The newspapers had crowned Peel a national hero but were then dumbfounded when the broad-shouldered twenty-two-year-old with movie-idol looks refused to grant a single interview. Peel's silence privately annoyed his colleagues, any one of whom would have leapt at the chance for a few moments of celebrity, even if it meant reciting the old clichés about "the importance of teamwork" and "the proud traditions of a proud service." Nor did it sit well with the beleaguered residents of West Cornwall, who were always looking for a good reason to boast about a local boy and stick it to the English snobs from "up-country." From Falmouth Bay to Land's End, the mere mention of Peel's name invariably provoked a puzzled shake of the head. A bit odd, they would say. Always was. Must have been the divorce. Never knew his real father. And that mother! Always took up with the wrong sort. Remember Derek, the whiskey-soaked playwright? Heard he used to beat the lad. At least that was the rumor in Port Navas.

It was true about the divorce. And even the beatings. In fact, most of the idle gossip about Peel had a ring of accuracy. But none of it had anything to do with his refusal to accept his role as hero. Peel's silence was a tribute to a man he had known only briefly, a long time ago. A man who had lived just up Port Navas Quay in the old foreman's cottage near the oyster farm. A man who had taught him how to sail and how to repair old motorcars; who had taught him about the power of loyalty and the beauty of opera. A man who had taught him there was no reason to boast simply for doing one's job.

The man had a poetic foreign-sounding name, but Peel had always thought of him only as the stranger. He had been Peel's accomplice, Peel's guardian angel. And even though he had been gone from Cornwall for many years now, Peel occasionally still watched for him, just as he had when he was a boy of eleven. Peel still had the dog-eared logbook he had kept of the stranger's erratic comings and goings, and the photos of the eerie white lights that used to glow in the stranger's cottage at night. And even now, Peel could picture the stranger at the wheel of his beloved wooden ketch, coming up the Helford Passage after a long night alone on the sea. Peel would always be waiting in his bedroom window, his arm raised in a silent salute. And the stranger, when he spotted him, would always flash his running lights twice in response.

There were few reminders of those days left in Port Navas. Peel's mother had moved to Bath with her new lover. Derek the drunken playwright was rumored to be living in a beachfront hut in Wales. And the old foreman's cottage had been completely renovated and was now owned by posh weekenders from London who threw loud parties and were forever yelling at their spoiled children. All that remained of the stranger was his ketch, which he had bequeathed to Peel the night he fled Cornwall for parts unknown.

On that rainy evening in mid-September, the boat was bobbing at its mooring in the tidal creek, waves nudging gently against its hull, when an unfamiliar engine note lifted Peel from his bed and carried him back to his familiar outpost in the window. There, peering into the wet gloom, he spotted a metallic gray Range Rover making its way slowly along the road. It came to a stop outside the old foreman's cottage and idled a moment, headlamps doused, wipers beating a steady rhythm. Then the driver's-side door suddenly swung open, and a figure emerged wearing a dark green Barbour raincoat and a waterproof flat cap pulled low over his brow. Even from a distance, Peel knew instantly it was the stranger. It was the walk that betrayed him—the confident, purposeful stride that seemed to propel him effortlessly toward the edge of the quay. He paused there briefly, carefully avoiding the pool of light from the single lamp, and stared at the ketch. Then he quickly descended the flight of stone steps to the river and disappeared from view.

At first, Peel wondered whether the stranger had come back to lay claim to the boat. But that fear receded when he suddenly reappeared, clutching a small parcel in his left hand. It was about the size of a hardcover book and appeared to be wrapped in plastic. Judging from the coat of slime on the surface, the package had been concealed for a long time. Peel had once imagined the stranger to be a smuggler. Perhaps he had been right after all.

It was then Peel noticed that the stranger was not alone. Someone was waiting for him in the front seat of the Rover. Peel couldn't quite make out the face, only a silhouette and a halo of riotous hair. He smiled for the first time. It seemed the stranger finally had a woman in his life.

Peel heard the muffled thump of a door closing and saw the Rover lurch instantly forward. If he hurried, there was just enough time to intercept it. Instead, in the grips of a feeling he had not known since childhood, he stood motionless in the window, arm raised in a silent salute. The Rover gathered speed and for an instant Peel feared the stranger had not seen the signal. Then it slowed suddenly and the headlamps flashed twice before passing beneath Peel's window and vanishing into the night. Peel remained at his post a moment longer, listening as the sound of the engine faded into silence. Then he climbed back into bed and pulled his blankets beneath his chin. His mother was gone, Derek was in Wales, and the old foreman's cottage was under foreign occupation. But for now, Peel was not alone. The stranger had returned to Cornwall.



Though the stranger did not know it, two disparate series of events were by that night already conspiring to lure him back onto the field of battle. One was being played out behind the locked doors of the world's secret intelligence services while the other was the subject of a global media frenzy. The newspapers had dubbed it "the summer of theft," the worst epidemic of art heists to sweep Europe in a generation. Across the Continent, priceless paintings were disappearing like postcards plucked from the rack of a sidewalk kiosk. The anguished masters of the art universe had professed shock over the rash of robberies, though the true professionals inside law enforcement admitted it was small wonder there were any paintings left to steal. "If you nail a hundred million dollars to a poorly guarded wall," said one beleaguered official from Interpol, "it's only a matter of time before a determined thief will try to walk away with it."

The brazenness of the criminals was matched only by their competence. That they were skilled was beyond question. But what the police admired most about their opponents was their iron discipline. There were no leaks, no signs of internal intrigue, and not a single demand for ransom—at least not a real one. The thieves stole often but selectively, never taking more than a single painting at a time. These were not amateurs looking for quick scores or organized crime figures looking for a source of underworld cash. These were art thieves in the purest sense. One weary detective predicted that in all likelihood the paintings taken that long, hot summer would be missing for years, if not decades. In fact, he added morosely, chances were extremely good they would find their way into the Museum of the Missing and never be seen by the public again.

Even the police marveled at the variety of the thieves' game. It was a bit like watching a great tennis player who could win on clay one week and grass the next. In June, the thieves recruited a disgruntled security guard at the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna and carried out an overnight theft of Caravaggio's David with the Head of Goliath. In July, they opted for a daring commandostyle raid in Barcelona and relieved the Museu Picasso of Portrait of Señora Canals. Just one week later, the lovely Maisons à Fenouillet vanished so quietly from the walls of the Matisse Museum in Nice that bewildered French police wondered whether it had grown a pair of legs and walked out on its own. And then, on the last day of August, there was the textbook smash-and-grab job at the Courtauld Gallery in London that netted Self-Portrait with Bandaged Ear by Vincent van Gogh. Total time of the operation was a stunning ninety-seven seconds—even more impressive given the fact that one of the thieves had paused on the way out a second-floor window to make an obscene gesture toward Modigliani's luscious Female Nude. By that evening, the surveillance video was required viewing on the Internet. It was, said the Courtauld's distraught director, a fitting end to a perfectly dreadful summer.

The thefts prompted a predictable round of finger-pointing over lax security at the world's museums. The Times reported that a recent internal review at the Courtauld had strongly recommended moving the Van Gogh to a more secure location. The findings had been rejected, however, because the gallery's director liked the painting exactly where it was. Not to be outdone, the Telegraph weighed in with an authoritative series on the financial woes affecting Britain's great museums. It pointed out that the National Gallery and the Tate didn't even bother to insure their collections, relying instead on security cameras and poorly paid guards to keep them safe. "We shouldn't be asking ourselves how it is great works of art disappear from museum walls," the renowned London art dealer Julian Isherwood told the newspaper. "Instead, we should be asking ourselves why it doesn't happen more often. Little by little, our cultural heritage is being plundered."

The handful of museums with the resources to increase security rapidly did so while those living hand to mouth could only bar their doors and pray they were not next on the thieves' list. But when September passed without another robbery, the art world breathed a collective sigh of relief and blithely reassured itself the worst had passed. As for the world of mere mortals, it had already moved on to weightier matters. With wars still raging in Iraq and Afghanistan, and the global economy still teetering on the edge of the abyss, few could muster a great deal of moral outrage over the loss of four rectangles of canvas covered in paint.

The head of one international-aid organization estimated that the combined value of the missing works could feed the hungry in Africa for years to come. Would it not be better, she asked, if the rich did something more useful with their excess millions than line their walls and fill their secret bank vaults with art?

Such words were heresy to Julian Isherwood and his brethren, who depended on the avarice of the rich for their living. But they did find a receptive audience in Glastonbury, the ancient city of pilgrimage located west of London in the Somerset Levels. In the Middle Ages, the Christian faithful had flocked to Glastonbury to see its famous abbey and to stand beneath the Holy Thorn tree, said to have sprouted when Joseph of Arimathea, disciple of Jesus, laid his walking stick upon the ground in the Year of Our Lord 63. Now, two millennia later, the abbey was but a glorious ruin, the remnants of its once-soaring nave standing forlornly in an emerald parkland like gravestones to a dead faith. The new pilgrims to Glastonbury rarely bothered to visit, preferring instead to traipse up the slopes of the mystical hill known as the Tor or to shuffle past the New Age paraphernalia shops lining the High Street. Some came in search of themselves; others, for a hand to guide them. And a few actually still came in search of God. Or at least a reasonable facsimile of God.

Christopher Liddell had come for none of these reasons. He had come for a woman and stayed for a child. He was not a pilgrim. He was a prisoner.

It was Hester who had dragged him here—Hester, his greatest love, his worst mistake. Five years earlier, she had demanded they leave Notting Hill so she could find herself in Glastonbury. But in finding herself, Hester discovered the key to her happiness lay in shedding Liddell. Another man might have been tempted to leave. But while Liddell could live without Hester, he could not contemplate life without Emily. Better to stay in Glastonbury and suffer the pagans and druids than return to London and become a faded memory in the mind of his only child. And so Liddell buried his sorrow and his anger and soldiered on. That was Liddell's approach to all things. He was reliable. In his opinion, there was no better thing a man could be.

Glastonbury was not entirely without its charms. One was the Hundred Monkeys café, purveyor of vegan and environmentally friendly cuisine since 2005, and Liddell's favorite haunt. Liddell sat at his usual table, a copy of the Evening Standard spread protectively before him. At an adjacent table, a woman of late middle age was reading a book entitled Adult Children: The Secret Dysfunction. In the far back corner, a bald prophet in flowing white pajamas was lecturing six rapt pupils about something to do with Zen spiritualism. And at the table nearest the door, hands bunched contemplatively beneath an unshaved chin, was a man in his thirties. His eyes were flickering over the bulletin board. It was filled with the usual rubbish—an invitation to join the Glastonbury Positive Living Group, a free seminar on owl pellet dissection, an advertisement for Tibetan pulsing healing sessions—but the man appeared to be scrutinizing it with an unusual devotion. A cup of coffee stood before him, untouched, next to an open notebook, also untouched. A poet searching for the inspiration, thought Liddell. A polemicist waiting for the rage.

Liddell examined him with a practiced eye. He was dressed in tattered denim and flannel, the Glastonbury uniform. His hair was dark and pulled back into a stubby ponytail, his eyes were nearly black and slightly glazed. On the right wrist was a watch with a thick leather band. On the left were several cheap silver bracelets. Liddell searched the hands and forearms for evidence of tattoos but found none. Odd, he thought, for in Glastonbury even grandmothers proudly sported their ink. Pristine skin, like sun in winter, was rarely seen.

The waitress appeared and flirtatiously placed a check in the center of Liddell's newspaper. She was a tall creature, quite pretty, with pale hair parted in the center and a tag on her snug-fitting sweater that read grace. Whether it was her name or the state of her soul, Liddell did not know. Since Hester's departure, he had lost the capacity to converse with strange women. Besides, there was someone else in his life now. She was a quiet girl, forgiving of his failings, grateful for his affections. And most of all, she needed him as much he needed her. She was the perfect lover. The perfect mistress. And she was Christopher Liddell's secret.

He paid the bill in cash—he was at war with Hester over credit cards, along with nearly everything else—and made for the door. The poet-polemicist was scribbling furiously on his pad. Liddell slipped past and stepped into the street. A prickly mist was falling, and from somewhere in the distance he could hear the beating of drums. Then he remembered it was a Thursday, which meant it was shamanic drum therapy night at the Assembly Rooms.

He crossed to the opposite pavement and made his way along the edge of St. John's Church, past the parish preschool. Tomorrow afternoon at one o'clock, Liddell would be standing there among the mothers and the nannies to greet Emily as she emerged. By judicial fiat he had been rendered little more than a babysitter. Two hours a day was his allotted time, scarcely enough for more than a spin on the merry-go-round and a bun in the sweets shop. Hester's revenge.

He turned in to Church Lane. It was a narrow alleyway bordered on both sides by high stone walls the color of flint. As usual, the only lamp was out, and the street was black as pitch. Liddell had been meaning to buy a small torch, like the ones his grandparents had carried during the war. He thought he heard footfalls behind him and peered over his shoulder into the gloom. It was nothing, he decided, just his mind playing tricks. Silly you, Christopher, he could hear Hester saying. Silly, silly you.

At the end of the lane was a residential district of terraced cottages and semidetached houses. Henley Close lay at the northernmost edge, overlooking a sporting field. Its four cottages were a bit larger than most in the neighborhood and were fronted by walled gardens. In Hester's absence, the garden at No. 8 had taken on a melancholy air of neglect that was beginning to earn Liddell nasty looks from the couple next door. He inserted his key and turned the latch. Stepping into the entrance hall, he was greeted by the chirping of the security alarm. He entered the disarm code into the keypad—an eight-digit numeric version of Emily's birth date—and climbed the stairs to the top floor. The girl waited there, cloaked in darkness. Liddell switched on a lamp.

She was seated in a wooden chair, a wrap of jeweled silk draped over her shoulders. Pearl earrings dangled at the sides of her neck; a gold chain lay against the pale skin of her breasts. Liddell reached out and gently stroked her cheek. The years had lined her face with cracks and creases and yellowed her alabaster skin. It was no matter; Liddell possessed the power to heal her. In a glass beaker, he prepared a colorless potion—two parts acetone, one part methyl proxitol, and ten parts mineral spirits—and moistened the tip of a cotton-wool swab. As he twirled it over the curve of her breast, he looked directly into her eyes. The girl stared back at him, her gaze seductive, her lips set in a playful half smile.

Liddell dropped the swab to the floor and fashioned a new one. It was then he heard a noise downstairs that sounded like the snap of a lock. He sat motionless for a moment, then tilted his face toward the ceiling and called, "Hester? Is that you?" Receiving no reply, he dipped the fresh swab in the clear potion and once again twirled it carefully over the skin of the girl's breast. A few seconds later came another sound, closer than the last, and distinct enough for Liddell to realize he was no longer alone.

Rotating his body quickly atop the stool, he glimpsed a shadowed figure on the landing. The figure took two steps forward and calmly entered Liddell's studio. Flannel and denim, dark hair pulled into a stubby ponytail, dark eyes—the man from the Hundred Monkeys. It was clear he was neither a poet nor a polemicist. He had a gun in his hand, and it was pointed directly at Liddell's heart. Liddell reached for the flask of solvent. He was reliable. And for that he would soon be dead.

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The Rembrandt Affair (Gabriel Allon Series #10) 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 612 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A smart, funny page-turner Daniel Silva fans will love this. Art theft meets terrorism. A secret in a missing painting. Gabriel Allon takes on a Swiss banker who will do anything for money and to protect his reputation. We need a movie!
Reader_Liberty More than 1 year ago
The Rembrandt Affair is Daniel Silva's most engaging work yet. He manages to wrap one of the Great Masters, the horrors of the Holocaust, and modern day terrorism into a thrilling package. I've found all of Mr. Silva's books to be page turners, but this one grips you from the first chapter and won't let go. Silva has a true talent of storytelling that engages the reader and draws them into the book. Inevitably current events mirror the terrors that Silva describes in his books. I recommend reading the entire Allon series, but it's not necessary to read them in chronological order; Silva gives each book its own identity and its own crisis to conquer.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Art restorer and retired Mossad agent Gabriel Allon and his agent second wife Chiara retreat to Glastonbury, England for some R&R and a return to normalcy after the recent near fatal abduction of her (see The Defector). However, the respite ends when Allon learns a dear colleague was murdered and the Rembrandt painting the victim was restoring was stolen. Unable to hide on the sidelines, Allon investigates. Allon's inquiry into a theft turned ugly takes him into the underbelly of capitalism as European firms clandestinely and illegally are selling reactor centrifuges to Iran. He realizes all nuclear waste in this case leads to Switzerland. Knowing he cannot go it alone, Allon calls in his former crew mates. The latest Allon thriller is a terrific tale that has a different feel to the story line. The tale starts off as a mystery, but the clues turn the plot into an action-packed espionage thriller. Fast-paced regardless of genre, The Rembrandt Affair has the hero doing his usual quality job as he comes out of retirement to try to prevent the illegal sales to Iran. The escapades never stop until after the final confrontation; yet the key that refreshes this entry is Allon, who on the surface seems the same as in his previous appearances, but long time fans will notice subtle but fascinating differences. Harriet Klausner
Bill_E_60089 More than 1 year ago
I've been a fan of Daniel Silva and his Gabriel Allon series, so know that up front. Regardless, I could not put this down! I was anxiously awaiting its publication, and was not disappointed. BN does a great job with the details around plot, characters, etc... So I'll say this - I picked up one of his books, mid-series at an airport, and read through the flight and didnt stop reading in the ride home! Since then, I absolutley HAVE to read each Silva book as they come out. The story line is always so believable - the characters so developed (I have a great image in my mind as I read these).. and if you've traveled the world Daniel Silva brings places youve been to life again - even places you've never been. He draws you in quickly and keeps you hooked thorough the end... The story is detailed and involved, but as a reader, easy to follow. I read a lot .... A LOT... and have never posted up a review before... but I couldnt help myself. If you are looking and wondering if you'll enjoy this - wonder no more!
Lannie More than 1 year ago
Gabriel Allon has decided to retire on the peaceful coast in England, but his retirement is interrupted by an old acquaintance, art dealer Julian Isherwood, who owns a fashionable gallery in London. He's in big trouble as a newly discovered Rembrandt entrusted to him for restoration is missing leaving him holding the bag for forty five million dollars...and the fun begins.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Giving a book a negative rating due to availability on ebooks? - Ludicrous
Cyril More than 1 year ago
Once again Daniel Silva book delivers a brilliant thriller. His carefully constructed plot and well-developed characters make for an intriguing and thrilling reading experience.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Why are people hurting the ratings of this book b/c the ebook isn't available? That doesn't hurt Barnes & Noble - it just might make interested readers less likely to want to read... come on, don't take your frustration out on the author. PS: I know I rated it high when I haven't read it but that was only to balance out the unfair low ratings.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once you pick up this book you will be unable to put it down. Gabriel comes out retirement to help a damaged soul and find a missing painting . Prepare for sleepless nights as you follow Gabriel in this great spy thriller.
angeleyesAS More than 1 year ago
This is a nail-biting thrill, philosophical thought, well-drawn, compelling characters, fabulous settings, holocaust history sensitively presented, and an extremely clever plot! The plot follows the search for a lost Rembrandt portrait, a masterpiece with a history of bloodshed. Former Israeli Secret Security Agent, Gabriel Allon, is now living with his wife in Cornwall and trying to enjoy retirement..but..on with the story. It is just so exciting! Others I will share, RETRIBUTION, CRACKED HEARTS, EXPLOSION IN PARIS, 7th VICTIM.
GiovanniG More than 1 year ago
I have had a nice run of finding really good novels to read and post on this summer. The Rembrandt Affair is like holding 480 pages of energy in your hand. It was an awesome read for many reasons. Daniel Silva has crafted another fine piece of work, but as many of his fans have commented on already, you were waiting impatiently for this novel and expected nothing less to be delivered. I was surprised by the size of the novel but he used every page and every word to the reader's advantage. The Rembrandt Affair starts out simply and then picks up the pace as we think we can see how the plotline is unfolding. Guess again. Silva shifts gears and directions in a way that makes it very hard to put this novel down. My best advice, don't have much to do when you crack this open. This is a piece from the jacket that will give you a little flav of what is contained in pages of the novel: " Before he is done, Gabriel will once again be drawn into a world he thought he had left behind forever, and will come face-to-face with a remarkable cast of characters: a glamorous London journalist who is determined to undo the worst mistake of her career, an elusive master art thief who is burdened by a conscience, and a powerful Swiss billionaire who is known for his good deeds but may just be behind one of the greatest threats facing the world. It is a timely reminder that there are men in the world who will do anything for money." I think women will do anything for money also, but that may be just my opinion, but I digress. Daniel Silva hits another home run with The Rembrandt Affair. The novel is heavy at 480 pages of fun, but don't take it lightly, this hits the mark and then some .Gabriel is back in the saddle doing what he does best. Silva presents us with another novel that has been crafted with all the right elements and does not feel that he just followed a recipe. Instead this read is fresh, unnerving, and original. Does anybody expect any less from a writer of this caliber? What is your favorite Daniel Silva Novel? What are you reading today? Check us out and become our friend on Facebook. Go to Goodreads and become our friend there and suggest books for us to read and post on. You can also follow us on Twitter, Book Blogs, and also look for our posts on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, and the Bucks County Library System. Did you know you can shop directly on Amazon by clicking the Gelati's Store Tab on our blog? Thanks for stopping by today; we will see you tomorrow. Have a great day.
portiaLR More than 1 year ago
"Rembrandt" is reminescent of the earlier Gabriel Allon exploits, in that the plot never entirely leaves the world Allon seeks --the world of art -- and it is in Allon's abiity to function in that mileu as well as in the world of international intrigue that sets Allon apart from the heros of Silva's colleagues. While the plot eploits Allon's abilities to travel to far off destinations and hobnob with the rich and famous of the covert world, it never loses its tie to the basic conflict that connects Silva's more recent novels --the war between the avenging Israel angel and the art restorer who seeks a quiet life in the hills of Umbria or aat a cliffside Cornwall cottage. Another rewarded aspect of this latest endeavor is the appearance of the old standbys, Julian Unsherwood especially, and the young boy who had been befriended by Gabriel during his first retreat to Cornwall. But the new people are also there, notably Mikael who nearly died with Gabriel and Chiara in Silva's penultimate work. There is a touch of pathos that is not overdone in the characters of Lena and others who were victims of the Holocaust,including Allon himself. The addition of a female journalist who is recruited into the action is necessary to the plot, but the least innovative part of the work. We are perhaps getting bored with the insertion into every spy novel's plot of an astonishingly beautiful, innocent and heroic female amateur who gets highjacked into the action because she has shared a bed with a bad guy. There is a hint that this may be Allon's swansong, and if it is, the reader should unselfishly relinguish Gabriel and Chiara to the queit life they crave. But if Shamron is right and there is always a new threat emerging, then I will again purchase and read the newest adventure on its first day of availability, as I did this time.
KenCady More than 1 year ago
With so many of the submitted reviews here giving The Rembrandt Affair five stars,it is hard to understand how it only comes up with 3 stars after taking into consideration the reader ratings that do not provide reviews. How could the 2 groups be so far apart? I found myself in the middle, wanting at points to give it five stars, but finally deciding on three for the reason that the novel has no sophisticated writing- one can whip through almost 500 pages quite quickly. The way the story wraps up is nothing short of cheap, in my opinion. But, in that quick reading, I did enjoy the story, and the turns of events kept my interest. After 10 Gabriel Allon novels, something else is due.
armystopper More than 1 year ago
If you have read Silva's previous books you need to give this one a little time to develop. Once you get into the plot line, it takes off and doesnt stop. This is a great book and the facts and plot are woven very well! I give it two thumbs up with two big toes up!
grumpydan More than 1 year ago
I have not read Daniel Silva in the past and the The Rembrandt Affair has made me a follower. Maybe it is the combination of artwork, Nazi Germany or just the whole spy game, but this novel kept me interested right up to the last sentence. It begins with the murder of an art restorer and a long lost Rembrandt painting stolen once again. What is the secret behind this painting and why was the restorer killed? Gabriel Allon is brought in to investigate and soon learns that it more than just a stolen masterpiece with links to Nazi looting. Somehow involved are links to terrorism. Following Allon and he travels across the globe from one clue to another made it an intense read. Silva creates such colorful characters and interesting locales, that I must go back and read his other novels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once again Daniel Silva maintains the elegant balance of characters, plot, action and thought-provoking issues that we have come to expect and love. The Rembrandt Affair, like the rest of his books, pulls historical issues into the present as new generations of characters deal with the issues for good and for evil. As always, the book makes us ask questions of ourselves as well as of our times. If you're looking for riveting action and entertainment, you will find it here. If you're looking for more, you will find it in spades. Mr. Silva's books get better and better. I devoured The Rembrandt Affair in one sitting and am looking forward to hearing the audio version and to re-reading the book just in case I missed something. Get your cheese, crackers, grapes, and a pot of coffee ready. Settle into your favorite chair. You are in for a wonderful evening.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One can always count on a Daniel Silva book to deliver a provocative - and often emotional - thriller. His elegant voice, carefully constructed plot and well-developed characters make for an intriguing and often thrilling reading experience. This time, Silva throws readers for a loop with a story that combines looted Holocaust art, the painful story of a hidden child and the maddening complexities of looming terror threats. Instead of following a single plot thread from the start, he tosses several seemingly disconnected story lines our way, leaving the reader hungry to see how they will come together - at times it is almost impossible to figure out how the author might make this happen. But Silva does weave them together, with skill and subtlety, in a series of exciting events that eventually end the book on an emotional scene that leaves the reader wanting more.
Anonymous 9 months ago
another good one , I will read the next one soon
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
SharronA on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Excellent reader -- distinguished voices, accents, and genders without overdoing it. As exciting as any Gabriel Allon story, and incredibly timely for the current world situation. I don't usually like abridged audiobooks, but this one was almost 7 hours and didn't seem to leave out anything significant.
bohemiangirl35 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Daniel Silva does it again! I'm ready for the next one!
khiemstra631 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I listened to this book while driving on vacation, and I found it very suspenseful. In fact, I had to stop listening at times because I could not bear the level of tension. Gabriel, now retired from the Israeli intelligence service, is living in Cornwall with his wife. A mysterious Rembrandt painting goes missing, and a murder is part of the theft. Gabriel becomes involved in recovering the painting as do the intelligence services of Israel, Britain and the U.S. Although Gabriel is not directly involved in the action, he is the planning master-mind. So, it's not quite like the earlier novels when he gets knocked about a lot, but it's still a good read.
jmchshannon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Thanks to Lisa from TLC Book Tours, I was able to read this fantastic thriller by Daniel Silva. Rather than follow my regular review format, the publisher presented me with a questionnaire to complete that will hopefully whet your appetite a bit for this wonderful novel. Without further ado...If you were to write a blurb in fewer than three sentences for THE REMBRANDT AFFAIR, what would it be?Gabriel Allon, master art restorer and infamous spy and assassin, is forced out of retirement to help a friend recover a stolen item, but what starts out as a simple robbery deepens into a mystery that will place Allon firmly back into the world of espionage and international politics. A sleek, sophisticated thriller for the 21st Century, THE REMBRANDT AFFAIR will leave you on the edge of your seat crying for justice, as Allon races around the world to right one of the largest evils of the twentieth century.Gabriel Allon is a talented spy and assassin, but also a master art restorer. If you could have two careers that seem to be complete opposites, what would they be?I already do: writer and accountant! To me, the two are nothing alike. One is very exact, very rule-based, logical and impartial. The other is emotional, creative, and free. They definitely require usage of two different portions of the brain.What three words would you use to describe the character of Gabriel Allon?Dedicated, compassionate, committed. THE REMBRANDT AFFAIR takes the reader all over the world. Of all the locations mentioned, which would be your ideal vacation spot?My ideal vacation spot would be Amsterdam. I have been there once before at least a decade ago and fell in love with the city. There is so much to do there and so much to see. I would love to go back and explore those areas of the city we did not get to see the first time I was there.Art theft plays a major role in the novel. If no crime were involved, what piece of art would you like to have in your home?As cheesy at it sounds, I would love to have either Van Gogh's Sunflowers or Starry Nights. Either one speaks to me in a way that no other art work has. Sunflowers are one of my favorite flowers, so looking at that piece of art automatically cheers me up, while Starry Nights calms me down and forces me to relax.Zoe Reed is a powerful female character in the novel. Tell us about an influential woman in your life.One of the most influential women in my life is my former mentor and manager. From the very first, she took me under her wing to help guide me around the intricacies of the business. More importantly, she taught me the importance of balance and priorities. When my children were sick, she all but kicked me out the door to go get them, never concerned about my work but more concerned that I was there for my children when they needed me. When I was searching for my next challenge and attempting to envision my future, she supported me, gave me advice on her experiences and never once prevented me from putting my resume in for different jobs. Her mantra was that it was my career, and that she would not hold me back from what I wanted to do. It was a lesson in management and leadership that I wish others would learn. I remain grateful for her influence and her lessons and strive hard to keep that balance and hope to pass it along to my future employees, if I ever decide to make the leap into management.Who was your favorite "good guy" in THE REMBRANDT AFFAIR and why?My favorite character was Zoe Reed. She was sensible and realistic. She was able to put aside her hurt feelings and raw emotions to do what she felt was right. She has a strong sense of ethics and does not let anything compromise that. Also, one cannot help but feel a bit sorry for her that she was thrust into certain situations when all she was doing was trying to live her life in accordance with her own morals and dreams.All of the technology discussed in the novel is real. Does any of it surprise you?There
wrensong on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the finest Daniel Silva novel to date. The characters are fully fleshed out with people you get to know and care about. Gabriel Allon matures in each phase of his adventure...Love the speed at which the story advances, but never to fast or twisting to lose track of the story line..
readafew on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A man is killed. A Rembrandt is stolen. Again. Gabriel Allon is asked by a friend to try to recover it. Gabriel finds a lot more than he bargained for, the history of this painting is soaked in blood and it's future is not looking to clean either. It¿s a story of international intrigue, and a history lesson on the Dutch participation in the Holocaust.I¿ve read 2 of the previous Gabriel Allon books and while I enjoyed them they didn¿t come close to The Rembrandt Affair, this one just grabbed me and I didn¿t like having to set it down. Each of the books I¿ve read has a little history lesson on the Holocaust and some party or countries participation. The history here was some I¿d never heard before and really appreciated the information. Overall, a great story, an intense read and educational as well as enjoyable. The best one I¿ve read in the series so far.