The Tourist is somewhere between 007 and The Pink Panther. Milo Weaver is a bad-ass spy: a tourist. But he’s also sick of espionage. He’s in it for one more game, in a Bret Favre kind of way. When kick-ass spies start to age a bit, their secret tool: duct tape. Weaver must balance his career and his family; who doesn’t? Ultimately, Olen Steinhauer presents a book that could be a film, or should be a film. The would-be villain (picture Daniel Day-Lewis) commits a wonderful suicide just when you start to like the guy. Suicide is the new hip drug. Everyone’s thinking about it, fantasizing about it, and attempting it. Steinhauer packs corrupt governments, a character named X, double-agents, female special-agents, torture, terrorism and Disney World. Even when good-guys and bad-guys seem to converge, don’t resist rooting for Weaver. Don’t resist taking a look down your street and wondering which over-the-hill schmuck is a little more than he seems.