CEYLON SAPPHIRES

A jewel thief on the run tours the hot spots of Europe.

Rune Sarasin seems to be getting sloppy in her old age. Not that she’s really old: a witness describes the Thai American expatriate as being between 25 and 35. But the last four months she’s spent under the thumb of Charles Lemaire, an international trafficker in stolen gems, has taken its toll, wearing her out both physically and mentally. How else could you explain how the talented Rune, wildly successful at pilfering jewelry and disappearing silently into the night, could snatch Margot Steiner’s Bonaparte necklace from around her neck in the middle of the Louvre in broad daylight, forgetting the surveillance cameras trained on everyone, everywhere, all at once? After one more heist in Deauville, which also fails to go as planned, she flies to Mallorca, where she learns that her picture is on every newsfeed on the internet. A city girl at heart, Rune flees to Marseille, then Amsterdam, and finally Berlin. She falls in love, falls out of love, and plays havoc with the hospitality industry. At each stop, Doquang flirts with the local color, but Rune’s gotta-go, gotta-run personality works against allowing readers to engage in much vicarious tourism. Adrenaline junkies may enjoy the constant edge-of-the-cliff pacing as Rune stays one step ahead of the police while always plotting that one final caper that will get her out of Lemaire’s grasp. But the frantic pace of her adventure keeps her from developing much steam as an identification figure. You root for her but not really with her.

Like the heroine’s affairs of the heart, this one’s for those who prefer adventure to commitment.