Finished The Russia House by John le Carre. The actual espionage stuff was as good as ever, but there was too much extraneous material an editor should (IMO) have weeded out, meaning I skimmed a fair bit, and overall I'm left with a sense of dissatisfaction and jadedness, despite the ending by no means being as bleak as some of his others. It strikes me now that all le Carre's books I've read seem to have the same tone. I think I'll give him a rest for a while.