Had wondered what happened to Terry Hayes, seemingly disappearing after his thrilling first novel, I Am Pilgrim. Then, 10 years later his monster of a book appears, The Year of the Locust. Intimidating, at 787 pages, I still eagerly purchased it and began reading, hoping it would be another page turner. Initially, It lives up to that description, but falters when it slides from spy fiction into science fiction.
A good editor may have saved this one, delivering a shorter read with an ending that delivered a real punch, rather than one that encourages speed reading and page flipping to bring it to its tedious, out of this world end.