Now comes Matthew Richardson, hailed as the next Charles Cumming. My Name is Nobody actually falls somewhere between Robert Ludlum and Le Carre

A splendid tale of espionage starring an old-fashioned MI6 hero . . . exciting spy literature

All debut spy novelists are dubbed the new John le Carre but Richardson has made a good fist of living up to the accolade at his first attempt . . . [a] knowledgeable thriller

Proof that the genre is flourishing anew in the 21st century . . . [he] distinguishes the more ambitious offerings in the spy genre, but his plotting has an old-school, Swiss-clock precision that keeps the reader pleasurably engaged.

I dare you to find a first novel as self-assured, impeccably researched and beautifully rendered . . . Richardson paints a portrait of espionage that calls to mind early le Carré

Compelling, intense and sharply authentic

A pleasingly convoluted spy saga . . . which combines immaculate Cold War tradecraft with modern tech savvy as our maverick hero comes up against a Le Carre-esque establishment while trying to find a mole and head off a terrorist atrocity

Truly authentic and frighteningly so . . . a remarkable thriller

Authentic, mysterious, fraught with deception, betrayal, and uncertain allegiances, it captures perfectly the foggy world of spies, populated by conspiracy and turncoats, both friends and enemies, an evocative descent into the Wilderness of Mirrors

Matthew Richardson’s debut is a bang-up-to-date thriller told with old-school panache. A great read