AT THE beginning of DarkMarket, a fast-paced journey through the murkiness of the internet underworld, Misha Glenny arrives on the Google campus in Mountain View, California. Describing what he calls the “trance-like smile” of the people he meets at the Googleplex, Glenny writes: “I cannot quite gauge whether this is a dream or a nightmare.”
I suspect that Glenny wrote DarkMarket with a similar smile fixed to his face. Certainly, the book has the qualities and drawbacks of both a dream and a nightmare. This story of big-league online credit card thieves is a vertiginous narrative – moving with…
