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Mikhail Filitov is a war hero and Red Army Colonel, but his CIA code name is "Cardinal." A chance encounter in a Moscow subway leads the KGB to begin a hunt--for the spy in top echelons of power. From the author of Clear and Present Danger, The Hunt for Red October and Red Storm Rising, enter a world of high-wire, high-tech international intrigue that reaches from the bloody dust of Afghanistan to the use of lasers in space. The US and the USSR are negotiating a treaty that could lead to war--or peace--while ...
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Overview

Mikhail Filitov is a war hero and Red Army Colonel, but his CIA code name is "Cardinal." A chance encounter in a Moscow subway leads the KGB to begin a hunt--for the spy in top echelons of power. From the author of Clear and Present Danger, The Hunt for Red October and Red Storm Rising, enter a world of high-wire, high-tech international intrigue that reaches from the bloody dust of Afghanistan to the use of lasers in space. The US and the USSR are negotiating a treaty that could lead to war--or peace--while their secret espionage armies are locked in the ultimate struggle. What the Cardinal knows could change the course of history. What a maverick CIA man named Ryan must do is outduel the KGB--and bring the Cardinal out alive!

The bestselling author of The Hunt for Red October, Red Storm Rising, and Patriot Games takes his readers to one of the most remarkable technological competitions of our time--the race to develop "Star Wars."

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This standalone technothriller sequel to The Hunt for Red October was first published in 1988 and fully earns its reprise now. Still youthful Jack Ryan is here in all his Cold War glory, swooping in to save America's most valuable Kremlin operative before he's terminated in the most extreme way.

Now in mass-market paperback and NOOK Book. (P.S. Kenneth Branagh's new Jack Ryan film premieres worldwide on December 25th. Chris Pine plays Ryan; Kiera Knightley, the love interest; and Branagh, the villain.)

Robert Lekachman
Mr. Clancy keeps his readers well abreast of current politics and psychological theories as well as the latest technology. Part of the intrigue of the novel concerns the intricacies of power struggles within the Kremlin, where a character who resembles Mikhail Gorbachev does battle with an intractable ideologue modeled on Yegor Ligachev, the Soviet leader's second in command....I look forward to each one of the volumes yet to come, not least because their appearance will testify to Jack Ryan's continuing success in averting the next world war. -- New York times
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In his fourth book, Clancy uses nuclear strategies to probe the ambiguities of fighting the good fightthe Americans vs. the Soviets. By the time familiar hero Jack Ryan steps in to investigate mysterious structures on the Soviet-Afghan border, the Soviets have struck again by zapping a satellite with a free electron laser. The title's cardinal, an elite, well-placed source in the Kremlin, leaks details of this secret activity to the United States. In the backdrop of technological bravura, spiced by artful espionage and all-too-human mistakes, intelligence is transferred back and forth and there are attacks and counterattacks. It is a mark of Clancy's growing maturity as a writer that he can bring these subtleties into highly entertaining form. Literary Guild Main. Barbara Conaty, Library of Congress
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425116845
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 7/28/1989
  • Series: Jack Ryan Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 560
  • Product dimensions: 4.26 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.27 (d)

Meet the Author

Thirty years ago Tom Clancy was a Maryland insurance broker with a passion for naval history. Years before, he had been an English major at Baltimore’s Loyola College and had always dreamed of writing a novel. His first effort, The Hunt for Red October—the first of the phenomenally successful Jack Ryan novels—sold briskly as a result of rave reviews, then catapulted onto the New York Times bestseller list after President Reagan pronounced it “the perfect yarn.” From that day forward, Clancy established himself as an undisputed master at blending exceptional realism and authenticity, intricate plotting, and razor-sharp suspense. He passed away in October 2013.

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    1. Hometown:
      Huntingtown, Maryland
    1. Date of Birth:
      April 12, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      Baltimore, Maryland
    1. Date of Death:
      October 1, 2013
    2. Place of Death:
      Baltimore, Maryland

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Prologue
Threats — Old, New, and Timeless

They called him the Archer. It was an honorable title, though his countrymen had cast aside their reflex bows over a century before, as soon as they had learned about firearms. In part, the name reflected the timeless nature of the struggle. The first of the Western invaders — for that was how they thought of them — had been Alexander the Great, and more had followed since. Ultimately, all had failed. The Afghan tribesmen held their Islamic faith as the reason for their resistance, but the obstinate courage of these men was as much a part of their racial heritage as their dark pitiless eyes.

The Archer was a young man, and an old one. On those occasions that he had both the desire and the opportunity to bathe in a mountain stream, anyone could see the youthful muscles on his thirty-year-old body. They were the smooth muscles of one for whom a thousand-foot climb over bare rock was as unremarkable a part of life as a stroll to the mailbox.

It was his eyes that were old. The Afghans are a handsome people whose forthright features and fair skin suffer quickly from wind and sun and dust, too often making them older than their years. For the Archer, the damage had not been done by wind. A teacher of mathematics until three years before, a college graduate in a country where most deemed it enough to be able to read the holy Koran, he'd married young, as was the custom in his land, and fathered two children. But his wife and daughter were dead, killed by rockets fired from a Sukhoi-24 attack-fighter. His son was gone. Kidnapped. After the Soviets had flattened the village of his wife's family with air power, their ground troops had come, killing the remaining adults and sweeping up all the orphans for shipment to the Soviet Union, where they would be educated and trained in other modern ways. All because his wife had wanted her mother to see the grandchildren before she died, the Archer remembered, all because a Soviet patrol had been fired upon a few kilometers from the village. On the day he'd learned this — a week after it had actually happened — the teacher of algebra and geometry had neatly stacked the books on his desk and walked out of the small town of Ghazni into the hills. A week later he'd returned to the town after dark with three other men and proved that he was worthy of his heritage by killing three Soviet soldiers and taking their arms. He still carried that first Kalashnikov.

But that was not why he was known as the Archer. The chief of his little band of mudjaheddin — the name means "Freedom Fighter" — was a perceptive leader who did not look down upon the new arrival who'd spent his youth in classrooms, learning foreign ways. Nor did he hold the young man's initial lack of faith against him. When the teacher joined the group, he'd had only the most cursory knowledge of Islam, and the headman remembered the bitter tears falling like rain from the young man's eyes as their imam had counseled him in Allah's will. Within a month he'd become the most ruthless — and most effective — man in the band, clearly an expression of God's own plan. And it was he whom the leader had chosen to travel to Pakistan, where he could use his knowledge of science and numbers to learn the use of surface-to-air missiles. The first SAMS with which the quiet, serious man from Amerikastan had equipped the mudjaheddin had been the Soviets' own SA-7, known by the Russians as strela, "arrow." The first "man-portable" SAM, it was not overly effective unless used with great skill. Only a few had such skill. Among them the arithmetic teacher was the best, and for his successes with the Russian "arrows," the men in the group took to calling him the Archer.

He waited with a new missile at the moment, the American one called Stinger, but all of the surface-to-air missiles in this group — indeed, throughout the whole area — were merely called arrows now: tools for the Archer. He lay on the knife-edge of a ridge, a hundred meters below the summit of the hill, from which he could survey the length of a glacial valley. Beside him was his spotter, Abdul. The name appropriately meant "servant," since the teenager carried two additional missiles for his launcher and, more importantly, had the eyes of a falcon. They were burning eyes. He was an orphan.
The Archer's eyes searched the mountainous terrain, especially the ridgelines, with an expression that reflected a millennium of combat. A serious man, the Archer. Though friendly enough, he was rarely seen to smile; he showed no interest in a new bride, not even to join his lonely grief to that of a newly made widow. His life had room for but a single passion.

"There," Abdul said quietly, pointing.

"I see it."

The battle on the valley floor — one of several that day — had been under way for thirty minutes, about the proper time for the Soviet soldiers to get support from their helicopter base twenty kilometers over the next line of mountains. The sun glinted briefly off the Mi-24's glass-covered nose, enough for them to see it, ten miles off, skirting over the ridgeline. Farther overhead, and well beyond his reach, circled a single Antonov-26 twin-engine transport. It was filled with observation equipment and radios to coordinate the ground and air action. But the Archer's eyes followed only the Mi-24, a Hind attack helicopter loaded with rockets and cannon shells that even now was getting information from the circling command aircraft.

The Stinger had come as a rude surprise to the Russians, and their air tactics were changing on a daily basis as they struggled to come to terms with the new threat. The valley was deep, but more narrow than the rule. For the pilot to hit the Archer's fellow guerrillas, he had to come straight down the rocky avenue. He'd stay high, at least a thousand meters over the rocky floor for fear that a Stinger team might be down there with the riflemen. The Archer watched the helicopter zigzag in flight as the pilot surveyed the land and chose his path. As expected, the pilot approached from leeward so that the wind would delay the sound of his rotor for the few extra seconds that might be crucial. The radio in the circling transport would be tuned to the frequencies known to be used by the mudjaheddin so that the Russians could detect a warning of its approach, and also an indication where the missile team might be. Abdul did indeed carry a radio, switched off and tucked in the folds of his clothing.

Slowly, the Archer raised the launcher and trained its two-element sight on the approaching helicopter. His thumb went sideways and down on the activation switch, and he nestled his cheekbone on the conductance bar. He was instantly rewarded with the warbling screech of the launcher's seeker unit. The pilot had made his assessment, and his decision. He came down the far side of the valley, just beyond missile range, for his first firing run. The Hind's nose was down, and the gunner, sitting in his seat in front of and slightly below the pilot, was training his sights on the area where the fighters were. Smoke appeared on the valley floor. The Soviets used mortar shells to indicate where their tormentors were, and the helicopter altered course slightly. It was almost time. Flames shot out of the helicopter's rocket pods, and the first salvo of ordnance streaked downward.

Then another smoke trail came up. The helicopter lurched left as the smoke raced into the sky, well clear of the Hind, but still a positive indication of danger ahead; or so the pilot thought. The Archer's hands tightened on the launcher. The helicopter was sideslipping right at him now, expanding around the inner ring of the sight. It was now in range. The Archer punched the forward button with his left thumb, "uncaging" the missile and giving the infrared seeker-head on the Stinger its first look at the heat radiating from the Mi-24's turboshaft engines. The sound carried through his cheekbone into his ear changed. The missile was now tracking the target. The Hind's pilot decided to hit the area from which the "missile" had been launched at him, bringing the aircraft farther left, and turning slightly. Unwittingly, he turned his jet exhaust almost right at the Archer as he warily surveyed the rocks from which the rocket had come.

The missile screamed its readiness at the Archer now, but still he was patient. He put his mind into that of his target, and judged that the pilot would come closer still before his helicopter had the shot he wanted at the hated Afghans. And so he did. When the Hind was only a thousand meters off, the Archer took a deep breath, superelevated his sight, and whispered a brief prayer of vengeance. The trigger was pulled almost of its own accord.

The launcher bucked in his hands as the Stinger looped slightly upward before dropping down to home on its target. The Archer's eyes were sharp enough to see it despite the almost invisible smoke trail it left behind. The missile deployed its maneuvering fins, and these moved a few fractions of a millimeter in obedience to the orders generated by its computer brain — a microchip the size of a postage stamp. Aloft in the circling An- 26, an observer saw a tiny puff of dust and began to reach for a microphone to relay a warning, but his hand had barely touched the plastic instrument before the missile struck.
The missile ran directly into one of the helicopter's engines and exploded. The helicopter was crippled instantly. The driveshaft for the tail rotor was cut, and the Hind began spinning violently to the left while the pilot tried to auto-rotate the aircraft down, frantically looking for a flat place while his gunner radioed a shrill call for rescue. The pilot brought the engine to idle, unloading his collective to control torque, locked his eyes on a flat space the size of a tennis court, then cut his switches and activated the onboard extinguishing system. Like most fliers he feared fire above all things, though he would learn the error soon enough.

The Archer watched the Mi-24 hit nose-down on a rocky ledge five hundred feet below his perch. Surprisingly, it didn't burn as the aircraft came apart. The helicopter cartwheeled viciously, the tail whipping forward and over the nose before it came to rest on its side. The Archer raced down the hill with Abdul right behind. It took five minutes.

The pilot fought with his straps as he hung upside down. He was in pain, but he knew that only the living felt pain. The new model helicopter had had improved safety systems built in. Between those and his own skill he'd survived the crash. Not his gunner, he noticed briefly. The man in front hung motionless, his neck broken, his hands limply reaching for the ground. The pilot had no time for that. His seat was bent, and the chopper's canopy had shattered, its metal frame now a prison for the flyer. The emergency release latch was jammed, the explosive release bolts unwilling to fire. He took his pistol from the shoulder holster and started blasting at the metal framework, one piece at a time. He wondered if the An-26 had gotten the emergency call. Wondered if the rescue helicopter at his base was on the way. His rescue radio was in a pants pocket, and he'd activate it soon as he got away from his broken bird. The pilot cut his hands to ribbons as he pried the metal away, giving himself a clear path out. He thanked his luck again that he was not ending his life in a pillar of greasy smoke as he released his straps and climbed out of the aircraft to the rocky ground.

His left leg was broken. The jagged end of a white bone stuck clear out of his flight suit; though he was too deeply in shock to feel it, the sight of the injury horrified him. He holstered his empty pistol and grabbed a loose piece of metal to serve as a cane. He had to get away. He hobbled to the far end of the ledge and saw a path. It was three kilometers to friendly forces. He was about to start down when he heard something and turned. Hope changed to horror in an instant, and the pilot realized that a fiery death would have been a blessing.

The Archer blessed Allah's name as he withdrew his knife from its sheath.

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There couldn't be much left of her, Ryan thought. The hull was mainly intact — at least superficially — but you could see the rough surgery made by the welders as clearly as the stitches made on Frankenstein's monster. An apt-enough comparison, he thought silently. Man had made these things, but they could one day destroy their makers in the space of an hour.

"God, it's amazing how big they look on the outside . . ."

"And so small on the inside?" Marko asked. There was a wistful sadness in his voice. Not so long before, Captain Marko Ramius of the Voyenno Morskoi Flot had conned his ship into this very drydock. He hadn't been there to watch U.S. Navy technicians dissect her like pathologists over a cadaver, removing the missiles, the reactor plant, the sonars, the onboard computers and communications gear, the periscopes, and even the galley stoves for analysis at bases spread all over the United States. His absence had been at his own request. Ramius' hatred for the Soviet system did not extend to the ships that system built. He'd sailed this one well and Red October had saved his life.

And Ryan's. Jack fingered the hairline scar on his forehead and wondered if they'd ever cleaned his blood off the helmsman's console. "I'm surprised you didn't want to take her out," he observed to Ramius.

"No." Marko shook his head. "I only want to say good-bye. He was good ship."

"Good enough," Jack agreed quietly. He looked at the half-repaired hole that the Alfa's torpedo had made in the port side and shook his head in silence. Good enough to save my ass when that torpedo hit. The two men watched in silence, separated from the sailors and Marines who'd secured the area since the previous December.

The drydock was flooding now, the filthy water from the Elizabeth river rushing into the concrete box. They'd take her out tonight. Six American fast-attack submarines were even now "sanitizing" the ocean east of the Norfolk Navy Base, ostensibly part of an exercise that would also involve a few surface ships. It was nine o'clock on a moonless night. It would taken an hour to flood the drydock. A crew of thirty was already aboard. They'd fire up the ship's diesel engines and sail her out for her second and final voyage, to the deep ocean trench north of Puerto Rico, where she would be scuttled in twenty-five thousand feet of water.

Ryan and Ramius watched as the water covered the wooden blocks that supported the hull, wetting the submarine's keel for the first time in nearly a year. The water came in more quickly now, creeping up the plimsoll marks painted fore and aft. On the submarine's deck, a handful of seamen wearing bright orange lifejackets for safety paced around, making ready to slip the fourteen stout mooring lines that held her steady.
The ship herself remained quiet. Red October gave no sign of welcome for the water. Perhaps she knew the fate that awaited her, Ryan said to himself. It was a foolish thought — but he also knew that for millennia sailors had imputed personalities to the ships they served.

Finally she started to move. The water buoyed the hull off the wooden blocks. There was a muted series of thuds, more felt than heard as she rose off them ever so slowly, rocking back and forth a few inches at a time.

A few minutes later the ship's diesel engine rumbled to life, and the line handlers on the ship and the drydock began to take in the lines. At the same time, the canvas that covered the seaward end of the drydock was taken down, and all could see the fog that hung on the water outside. Conditions were perfect for the operation. Conditions had to be perfect; the Navy had waited six weeks for them, a moonless night and the thick seasonal fog that plagued the Chesapeake Bay region at this time of year. When the last line was slipped, an officer atop the submarine's sail raised a hand-held air horn and blew a single blast.
"Under way!" his voice called, and the sailors at the bow struck the jack and put down the staff. For the first time, Ryan noticed that it was the Soviet jack. He smiled. It was a nice touch. On the sail's aft end, another seaman ran up the Soviet naval ensign, its bright red star emblazoned with the shield of the Red Banner Northern Fleet. The Navy, ever mindful of traditions, was saluting the man who stood at his side.

Ryan and Ramius watched the submarine start to move under her own power, her twin bronze propellers turning gently in reverse as she backed out into the river. One of the tugs helped her turn to face north. Within another minute she was gone from sight. Only the lingering rumble of her diesel came across the oily water of the navy yard.

Marko blew his nose once and blinked a half-dozen times. When he turned away from the water, his voice was firm.

"So, Ryan, they fly you home from England for this?"

"No, I came back a few weeks ago. New job."

"Can you say what job is?" Marko asked.

"Arms control. They want me to coordinate the intelligence side for the negotiations team. We have to fly over in January."

"Moscow?"

"Yes, it's a preliminary session — setting the agenda and doing some technical stuff, that sort of thing. How about you?"

"I work at AUTEC in Bahamas. Much sun and sand. You see my tan?" Ramius grinned. "I come to Washington every two-three months. I fly back in five hours. We work on new quieting project." Another smile. "Is classified."

"Great! I want you to come over to my house then. I still owe you a dinner." Jack handed over a card. "Here's my number. Call me a few days before you fly in, and I'll set things up with the Agency." Ramius and his officers were under a very strict protection regime from CIA security officers. The really amazing thing, Jack thought, was that the story hadn't leaked. None of the news media had gotten word, and if security really was that tight, probably the Russians also didn't know the fate of their missile submarine Krazny Oktyabr. She'd be turning east about now, Jack thought, to pass over the Hampton Roads tunnel. Roughly an hour after that she'd dive and head southeast. He shook his head.
Ryan's sadness at the submarine's fate was tempered by the thought of what she'd been built for. He remembered his own reaction, in the sub's missile room a year before, the first time he'd been so close to the ghastly things. Jack accepted the fact that nuclear weapons kept the peace — if you could really call the world's condition peace — but like most of the people who thought about the subject, he wished for a better way. Well, this was one less submarine, twenty-six less missiles, and one hundred eighty-two less warheads. Statistically, Ryan told himself, it didn't count for much.

But it was something.

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Ten thousand miles away and eight thousand feet above sea level the problem was unseasonable weather. The place was in the Tadzhik Soviet Socialist Republic, and the wind came from the south, still bearing moisture from the Indian Ocean that fell as miserably cold drizzle. Soon it would be the real winter that always came early here, usually on the heels of the blazing, airless summer, and all that fell would be cold and white.

The workers were mostly young, eager members of the Komsomol. They had been brought in to help finish a construction project that had been begun in 1983. One of them, a masters candidate at Moscow State University's school of physics, rubbed the rain from his eyes and straightened to ease a crick in his back. This was no way to utilize a promising young engineer, Morozov thought. Instead of playing with this surveyor's instrument, he could be building lasers in his laboratory, but he wanted full membership in the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, and wanted even more to avoid military service. The combination of his school deferment and his Komsomol work had helped mightily to this end.

"Well?" Morozov turned to see one of the site engineers. A civil engineer, he was, who described himself as a man who knew concrete.

"I read the position as correct, Comrade Engineer."

The older man stooped down to look through the sighting scope. "I agree," the man said. "And that's the last one, the gods be praised." Both men jumped with the sound of a distant explosion. Engineers from the Red Army obliterating yet another rocky outcropping outside of the fenced perimeter. You didn't need to be a soldier to understand what that was all about, Morozov thought to himself.

"You have a fine touch with optical instruments. Perhaps you will become a civil engineer, too, eh? Build useful things for the State?"

"No, Comrade. I study high-energy physics — mainly lasers." These, too, are useful things.

The man grunted and shook his head. "Then you might come back here, God help you."

"Is this — "

"You didn't hear anything from me," the engineer said, just a touch of firmness in his voice.

"I understand," Morozov replied quietly. "I suspected as much."

"I would be careful voicing that suspicion," the other said conversationally as he turned to look at something.

"This must be a fine place to watch the stars," Morozov observed, hoping for the right response.

"I wouldn't know," the civil engineer replied with an insider's smile. "I've never met an astronomer."

Morozov smiled to himself. He'd guessed right after all. They had just plotted the position of the six points on which mirrors would be set. These were equidistant from a central point located in a building guarded by men with rifles. Such precision, he knew, had only two applications. One was astronomy, which collected light coming down. The other application involved light going up. The young engineer told himself that here was where he wanted to come. This place would change the world.

— from The Cardinal of the Kremlin
by Tom Clancy
Copyright ©1989 by Jack Ryan Enterprises Ltd.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2002

    Best Clancy

    I'm no Tom clancy fan, but C of the K left me wanting more. I find it is his best book ever (Red October was fine, but...). All that follwed only went downhill. I've stopped reading TC at Honor. But this is the one that should be a movie. Hey, i'm willing to direct, if that's it.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2012

    One of the best spy novels ever written.

    One of the best spy novels ever written.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Life is tough for heroes

    The cardinal in the Kremlin is a real person in this story who transends limited focus on who gets his personal approval.

    The story is about the cardinal and all who are affected by his survival and his deeds. The coverage is not limited to people in the Kremlin, but also Afganistan, USA and the oceans.

    There are many areas of interest including the submarine Dallas (from the Hunt for Red October) to New Mexico. Tom Clancy successfully ties all these locations with mesmerizing stories and believable people. I have read Hunt and Cardinal books more than 5 times each and enjoy each reading as I find new connections to what I already remember from each story. Tom Clancy has the "golden" touch here in writing these stories. Jack Ryan although present is not a major factor in Cardinal. The link to Cardinal is thin at best. The Dallas has a stronger place here than Jack.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2003

    CIA Wonders

    Another great book by Tom Clancy as we get to see the Foleys and Ryan in action in 'Mother Russia' as they use a high level military mind to poach some needed information from the upper reaches of the government.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 26, 2014

    Highly recommended

    A very intense and detailed account of what a "mole's" life must be like. The attention to even the smallest details is remarkable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2014

    Great Read

    Another great book. The only problem is the length, should be longer and as an e-book, cheaper. I've read all of Jack Coughlins books and they just get better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2013

    Awesome

    A great book. Clancy knocks it out of the park.

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  • Posted July 2, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    This was a slow start, as far as Clancy books go. It was great i

    This was a slow start, as far as Clancy books go. It was great in its usual fare, with good action, and great attention paid to spies and dirty politics. Not his best, but still a great Jack Ryan read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2012

    Jen

    So wat is it?

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2012

    Ava

    Yum

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2012

    Deathstar

    Is be delighted for you to join.

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2012

    One of Clancy's best!

    Just a great spy novel from the days of the cold war

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2012

    One of the Best Books I ever read

    This is an aamazing book. The last two chapters were particulary exciting. I would highly recommend this book to any fan of thrillers. Tom Clancy is awesome!

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  • Posted March 9, 2009

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    Jack Ryan is BACK!

    Very good book. Interesting to see how Jack devolops and gets deeper and deeper into govermental service.

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  • Posted January 9, 2009

    A Great Thriller: Cardinal of the Kremlin

    A satellite over the Mediterranean disappears in a puff of smoke. Only one CIA field agent has knowledge of this event. His name is Mikhail Filitov, codename CARDINAL. But after an unfortunate chain of chain of events starting in a subway in the Soviet Union CARDINAL is captured by the KGB. Jack Ryan is a CIA analyst tasked with getting him back. If he doesn¿t then the Soviets will surely win the race for ¿Star Wars¿. There isn¿t really a theme, it¿s just a straight out thriller. But it¿s still a great addition to Tom Clancy¿s Jack Ryan collection. It will keep you on the edge of your seat as soon as you start reading it. Definitely a great read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2006

    Waste of time

    This book is a fine example of what I like to call boys' equivalent of Harlequin novels: books packed with action and lots of technical details, but not requiring much thinking. The reader is not challenged to think why (something is about to happen), only how. Clancy's research of the technical issues of the military, its structure, the weapons, etc., seems impressive, but I admit I don't know much about those things, so it's easy to impress me with that. His knowledge of the Russian culture and language do him a lot of credit, although there too he made some faux pas (example, samogan instead of samogon, or Ukrania instead of Ukraina). However, in a spy novel, technical information is only worth the paper it's printed on if the story is good, and the story here quite honestly is weak. The good and the evil here are too clearly cut, obvious to the point of naive. The CIA is too patriotic, honest, and clean while the KGB is only as good as the guy who spies for the Americans - everyone else in KGB are plain outright evil. It's interesting that Clancy doesn't make Narmonov (a character meant to portray Gorbachev) the principal villain. Rather, it's the head of the KGB Gerasimov. Narmonov gets a mild approval from Clancy, as a statesman trying to change the USSR into a more democratic country. However, in the end, Clancy adds a dialogue between Narmonov and Ryan, where they express their respective coutry's views on the arms race. In short, Ryan says that having weapons is only justified if they protect, not attack. Narmonov says that having assault weapons is justified by the need to deter the enemy. Effectively, Clancy blames the USSR for the Cold War and the arms race, when the US had just as much to do with it. Placing Narmonov in this dialogue is especially inappropriate since Gorbachev got the Nobel Peace Prize for making the first step in the dialogue with the west and being proactive about stopping the Cold War. But perhaps I'm getting too factual, this IS a piece of fiction after all. The literary merits of this book are few and far between. Clancy's narrative is mediocre at best. The flashes of nice intrigue and action are mired by pages upon pages of technical matter that may interest only some readers. He follows all of the conventions of the genre, but then anyone could write a spy novel doing just that. His characters lack depth. Ryan is only an officer doing his job and saying all the right things, Gerasimov is pure unadulterated evil, who just wants to snatch power from Narmonov, and Filitov, who became a hero few had ever came close to becoming, and spies for the CIA. Now, here, I thought Clancy had a great chance to explore what was wrong with the Soviet system through the eyes of this character - explain why after over sixty years of believing in the Communist dream, becoming an unparalleled hero in his country this man decided to betray it. Instead, Clancy left me hanging in the air. If the answer is supposed to be 'obvious' that Soviet is bad, and American is good, that's too simplistic. I have to admit I haven't read any of his other books, well, not entirely. I started The Bear and the Dragon, but couldn't plough through more than a hundred pages. At any rate, I just wanted to make it clear that I'm revewing this book, not the author in general.

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2005

    A gripping story

    The cardinal of the kremlin is a great story with interacting an plot and amazing characters. This is one of those books you can't put down easily

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2005

    One of the Great Works, but Mr. Clancy should consider retiring...

    Well folks, let's face it: Tom Clancy WAS one of the best wriiters of the late 20th Century. This book is a prime example of literature that exceeds in addictive detail and captivating stories intermingled to make a larger broader plot line. But of late, Mr. Clancy's works have... well, stunk. He seems to have lost his touch with the genre he re-created. I think, amoung others who agree, he should put up the pen and paper and just live in the successes he did have. Not go on and end up a no body, who doesn't have a single person remember you (ie. Melville)

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2004

    Clancy maintains the suspense again!

    From the hunt for the CIA's Soviet double the 'Cardinal' to the high-tech international intrigue of lasers in space, Clancy keeps us running on adreniline. It's an ultimate secret espionage struggle for what the Cardinal knows and how to get it out as Jack Ryan must again outwit the KGB--and bring their double, the Cardinal out into the open.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2004

    Great!!!

    This is one of Clancy's best. It's great how he can make one thing (like the capture of the CARDINAL) lead to another (the defection of the KGB Chairman). It's a marvelously written piece of fiction, even if you do have to read through 100 pages of technical jargon about lasers and diamond-cut mirrors. Otherwise, the action was awesome and I couldn't put it down.

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