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As part of my Le Carre reading I was strongly recommended The Spy Who Came In From the Cold, but also that it included relevant elements from Call for the Dead, so I put both on hold at the library in September or October of last year ... then Call for the Dead showed up for me immediately and The Spy Who Came In From the Cold took forever to come in from the cold, suddenly arrived last week, and immediately sucker-punched me in the chest with a blow so hard that I'm still somewhat winded from it.

And thing about The Spy Who Came In From the Cold is it is not subtle about what its thesis is. It is telling you all the way through. "We're all the same, you know, that's the joke," says an East Berlin counterintelligence operative to a British spy, on page 162 out of 215; I took a picture of the quote because I was like "aha! the thesis of the book!" and then I still got sucker-punched by the blow to the face, the kind of punch where you look back and you're like 'oh Mr. Le Carre was announcing very clearly that he was going to punch me, this fist was traveling in my direction the entire time.' (This, to be clear, is praise.)

The plot? The plot. The plot is that a British spy who lost a lot of agents in West Berlin enters into in an elaborate espionage revenge scheme against his counterpart in East Berlin, who was & is a Nazi, by way of the counterpart's ambitious Jewish second-in-command. There is apparently a famous film version starring Richard Burton, which is great news for me, a person who has spent the past month of Emails from an Actor reading a series of extended meditations on how Richard Burton could, would, and secretly longs to kill a man, since Alec Leamas definitely could, would, and, unfortunately, does.

The beginning of my library copy includes an essay in which John Le Carre patiently explains that after he published the book everyone kept assuming it was true; obviously it was not true or he would not have been allowed to publish it. Nothing worked like this, it's just, also, that everything works like this: "The novel's merit, then -- or its offense, depending on where you stood -- was not that it was authentic, but that it was credible. The bad dream turned out to be one that a lot of people in the world were sharing [...] What have I learned over the last fifty years? Come to think of it, not much. Just that the morals of the secret world are very like our own."

I am glad also to have read Call for the Dead first -- which is Le Carre's first book, and most of it almost fits the pattern of a contemporary mystery novel, in which George Smiley Solves a Murder About Espionage, Assisted By a Helpful Normal Policeman. You sort of feel like he's trying to be an ordinary mystery novelist and then as the espionage plot thickens and Smiley is confronted by a former protege/shadow double from East Berlin (the first of many Smiley shadow doubles) it starts to slip sideways into the kind of things that Le Carre really wants to talk about.

But it does give you a sense right off the bat of Smiley as the affable protagonist weary of all the collateral damage of espionage, which is important in Spy Who Came In From The Cold where Smiley is rarely on page but frequently lurking just off-screen spoilers )
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I read John le Carré's Our Game last week on a recommendation and a whim, and have been thinking about it intermittently ever since.

The protagonist of this one is Tim Cranmer, who has recently retired into the countryside to make mediocre wine near where his friend Larry teaches at university. Tim and Larry of course are both also, of course, ex-spies, put out to pasture with the end of the Cold War. Larry was a dramatic and idealistic double agent, and Tim was his cool-headed handler, the man who recruited him, and gave him everything he needed, and ensured that at the end of the day he always remembered what side he was actually supposed to be on. They have been intimately entwined for most of their lives, and at the time the story begins, the police have just come knocking on Tim's door to ask him about Larry's disappearance.

This kicks off Tim's obsessive, off-the-books quest to find out what has actually become of his [best?] [friend?] and all the money that Larry seems to have possibly collaborated with his former Soviet handler to steal from the Russian government For Some Reason. And then Tim will ... do what about it? and why? great questions! with no good answers!

If you are perhaps thinking all this sounds a bit homoerotic: Tim is asked about this at intermittent points throughout the book! 'ha ha,' he says whenever he is asked, 'how funny, no, I assure you, Larry is very straight.' Oh, well then.

"So why did he take the veil, as you call it?" she asked.

Her question filled me with a deep tiredness. If you don't know now, you never will, I wanted to tell her. Because he was footloose. Because he was a soldier. Because God told him to and he didn't believe in God. Because he had a hangover. Or hadn't. Because the dark side of him liked an airing too. Because he was Larry and I was Tim and it was there.


Unlike the le Carrés that I've read before, this book is a claustrophobic two-hander -- or more accurately a three-hander, if you take into account Tim's much-younger girlfriend Emma, who [like Larry] is a creative and idealistic person that Tim, who claims no ideals and believes in nothing, has made much of supporting; who is a person but also a foil and a reflection -- or perhaps most accurately of all a one-hander, because the actual Larry and Emma are both in the book much, much less than Tim's feelings and ideas about Larry and Emma and all the things he's projecting onto them. We're deep in first-person narration here, and Tim is not telling us everything, and even when he thinks he is he's absolutely not reliable about it.

spoilers )

I got into a discussion with one of my coworkers while reading this book about whether le Carré was a nihilist and a misanthrope, or [my position] a nihilist who in fact quite likes people, which makes it worse. The absence of a cause, the void at the heart of the work of espionage, is profoundly central to this book -- we're in 1995 now, the Cold War is over, and everyone has to live with what they did for the sake of ensuring several terrible superpowers can now live together in commercial amity, at the expense of various others. Tim starts out the book scoffing at Larry and Emma's ideals and their search for meaning, for some kind of ethical stand to make in an unethical world, but his own hunt for Larry is more or less the same kind of search for meaning. & I don't think le Carré thinks there's any meaning to be found anywhere, but he does have profound empathy for the searchers and all the terrible mistakes they make along the way.
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Okay I know that everyone has been telling me for years that I ought to read John le Carré and I knew in my heart that I ought to read John le Carré, but the time had not yet come, the stars had not aligned, etc., ANYWAY hey surprise it turns out Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is extremely good? Who could have foreseen this!

Of course the Kim Philby Situation of "one of the head guys in charge of identifying Russian moles is in fact a Russian mole" on which the book is loosely based is inherently fascinating, and le Carré is an absolute master at depicting the murky and unhappy world of spycraft in all its grim banality -- one of the characters gets a stern letter from the bureau telling him that the driver's license for his cover alias is in danger of expiring and that if he doesn't take steps to renew it soon he should be in expectation of a disciplinary letter! THIS is it, this is what I want from espionage stories is the horrible truth of the fact that if you have three cover identities that just means you have to go to the DMV thrice -- but in addition to this stuff which I knew going in and looked forward to, there were a couple things in particular that really struck me:

- there are women in it? would never have known from osmosis! specifically George Smiley's wife is in it, or rather not in it, because she's currently moved out to shack up with somebody else, a not infrequent state of affairs. I think I might actually have osmosed that if I osmosed anything, but the way their marriage is broadly portrayed is far more interesting than I was expecting and I am now deeply invested in it -- messy and unfaithful, horribly negotiated polyamory, but with a core of honesty and investment in each other that I found really compelling! Ann does not feel like a token Adulterous Wife but like a person, and I realize that this may not be true across other George Smiley books but I very much enjoyed it here

- the frank and bitter acknowledgment of the human costs of the Cold War games being played in the upper halls of MI5 -- spoilers I guess )

- okay on a lighter note, Smiley's story about I guess this is also spoilers )

So ... if one was going to read a next le Carré, which one ought one to target? This is an open invitation for everyone who has been telling me to read these books (or anyone who hasn't) to pitch your faves

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