THE SPY WHO GOT HIS FEET WET by Marc Lovell

THE SPY WHO GOT HIS FEET WET

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Silly spy Appleton Porter--prone to blushing, meek, 6'7""--is off on his eighth foolish mini-caper, disguised as a member of Britain's official basketball team. Why so? Because spymaster Angus Watkin has gotten word that a member of the USSR basketball contingent is eager to establish contact with UK intelligence--at the upcoming meet in Dublin. Is there indeed a would-be traitor among the Russian players? After Apple makes a few timid approaches, it seems unlikely. But meanwhile he has fallen for KGB agent Dui, the Russian team's masseuse; she reciprocates. So, to stay together, and to provide a cover for Dui's own defection, the spy-lovers fake big spy doings, misleading both sides--all of which doesn't matter much since, as usual, Porter's whole mission is just a decoy-outing for the real UK caper (involving the KGB and the IRA). Thin and dippy, with routine slapstick (including Apple's debut on the basketball court) for those so inclined.

Pub Date: April 1st, 1985
Publisher: Doubleday