The Eiger Sanction

I'm not sure how I came across this book and why I decided to read it. The mountaineering part probably attracted my curiosity. Overall, this reads much like a parody of the spy thriller genre like James Bond, and I'm not certain it was written to be one. There is intentional humour in it, but at other times, it really is what it is: a thriller written in the seventies, with mindless sex, a handsome hero with no patriotism whatsoever, a plot that doesn't make sense all the time, and the obligatory twist you see coming from a mountain away. I'm curious about the Clint Eastwood movie though, but for the climbing scenes of course.

It’s supposed to be satire but it honestly just fell flat as satire thriller for me. No real plot to follow and the satire was subtle enough that the fact that it didn’t have much of a plot was a glaring detriment rather than an asset. It was fine, but I mostly found it uninteresting.