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- BOOKS, Page 86A Master Hits His Old Pace
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- By Paul Gray
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- THE RUSSIA HOUSE
- by John le Carre
- Knopf; 353 pages; $19.95
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- Under interrogation, quite a few members of John le Carre's
- vast and devoted reading public might confess a gnawing secret:
- the wish that the author would get on with his stories a bit
- more speedily than he has been doing for the past 15 or so
- years. Ever since Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (1974), in this
- view, Le Carre has been unduly shifting emphasis from action to
- atmospherics; his espionage plots remained splendidly inventive,
- but they arrived splintered into ambiguities worthy of Henry
- James. Which was fine, maybe, for those who wanted their cold
- war shenanigans decked out in the trappings of The Golden Bowl.
- But what was wrong with the heart-stopping pace of The Spy Who
- Came in from the Cold (1963)? And will it ever come again?
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- Nothing was wrong with it, of course, and it is back for
- sure in The Russia House. Scarcely a dozen pages into this
- novel, Le Carre's twelfth, a document of potentially enormous
- importance has been passed from East to West during an exhibit
- of audiocassette wares in Moscow. Three grubby notebooks full
- of highly technical drawings and mathematical notations also
- contain some eye-popping assertions: "The American strategists
- can sleep in peace. Their nightmares cannot be realised. The
- Soviet knight is dying inside his armour." If true, such
- statements and the accompanying evidence pointing out the
- military incompetence of the U.S.S.R. will obviously have
- profound effects on Western defense policies. On the other hand,
- the whole thing could be just another piece of devious
- disinformation.
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- The task of deciding which it is initially falls on British
- intelligence; the notebooks have fetched up in London, intended
- for a seedy and temporarily missing publisher named Bartholomew
- Scott Blair, known familiarly as Barley. The first priority is
- to find him. The second is to grill him until he admits his
- involvement in a duplicitous plot. Failing that, the third
- imperative is to enlist Barley as a spy and send him off to
- discover more about his mysterious Soviet informant.
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- The publisher seems particularly ill-suited for such an
- assignment. His life so far has been a model of
- irresponsibility: heavy drinking, an accumulation of debts,
- ex-wives and mistresses. But Barley is not the only odd man out.
- Witnessing and narrating these events is Horatio Benedict
- dePalfrey, a lawyer who has spent the past 20 years of his
- career papering over the questionable deeds of the secret
- service, mopping up after the people he calls espiocrats. "I am
- quickly dealt with," he writes of himself. "You need not stumble
- on me long." To the contrary. He, "old Harry" or "old Palfrey"
- to his colleagues, is the one who shapes this story, colors it
- with his own disillusionments, invites credibility through his
- own refusal to believe in much of anything at all. And, early
- on, he drops a crucial hint about what is to come, portraying
- himself in his nondescript office "while I draft our official
- whitewash of the operation we called the Bluebird."
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- This touch alone reveals the reason why Le Carre makes all
- his alleged competitors -- the Ludlums, the Clancys, the
- Trevanians, even the Deightons -- look like knuckle-typers.
- Palfrey is describing a failure, an intricate scheme that
- collapses somewhere along the tortuous road plotted for its
- success. The world will not be saved, love will not triumph, and
- tomorrow will dawn with the same grimy sense of indeterminate
- morals and motives as yesterday. This much is certain. What
- remains to be discovered is the marvelously engrossing way in
- which everything can go wrong.
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- So. Barley passes muster with the British crew and later
- with the more suspicious contingent from the CIA, but not
- before protesting, "I thought the Cold War was supposed to be
- over." Back in the Soviet Union, seeking out the woman who had
- forwarded the presumptive secrets and trying to get at their
- source, he encounters glasnost and perestroika everywhere he
- turns. One Moscow literary type wonders, "When will they start
- repressing us again to make us comfortable?" Another informs
- him, "We have no more problems! In the old days we had to assume
- that everything was a mess! Now we can look in our newspapers
- and confirm it!" Barley must tunnel beneath this thawing
- surface, test how far it takes to get to the chilling center
- underneath.
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- It is impossible to tell, from page to page, just how this
- improbable hero will perform his role, not only for the nervous
- intelligence officers monitoring his every move but for the
- readers as well. With scarcely an intimation of sex, no violence
- and not a side arm visible, Le Carre has again managed to
- construct a plot of commanding suspense. Never before has he so
- successfully merged his narrative and contemplative gifts. The
- Russia House is both afire and thought provoking, a thriller
- that demands a second reading as a treatise on our times.
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