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- <text id=90TT2471>
- <title>
- Sep. 17, 1990: End Game
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
- Sep. 17, 1990 The Rotting Of The Big Apple
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- BOOKS, Page 78
- End Game
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <qt>
- <l>SPY SINKER</l>
- <l>by Len Deighton</l>
- <l>Harper Collins; 374 pages; $21.95</l>
- </qt>
- <p> What spy novelist Len Deighton tries here must be nearly
- impossible: winding up a closely plotted six-volume thriller--lugging all the bodies offstage and making sure that each
- one has a tag attached to a toe--and still writing a
- creditable novel. He makes a good job of it with a clever
- change of focus.
- </p>
- <p> All will remember, of course, that Bernard Samson, England's
- rough-cut intelligence agent in Berlin, was bamboozling
- communist Stasi operatives with great success until his
- beautiful and highborn wife Fiona defected to East Germany and
- set up shop as a KGB colonel, no less. This breach of marital
- etiquette caused Samson endless problems--how to find a
- suitable nanny for the children, whether to marry his young
- mistress, how to prove that he himself was not a Soviet mole,
- and so on--detailed moodily and lengthily in the two most
- recent novels of Deighton's double trilogy, Spy Hook and Spy
- Line.
- </p>
- <p> This final entry gives Fiona's side of matters. As Bernard
- had pretty much figured out by the end of Spy Line--and as
- the KGB was surely on the point of discovering--Fiona had
- been a double agent all along, playing a delicate and deadly
- game for the cozy old establishmentarians who run Britain's
- spies. Deighton persuades the reader to take this shell-and-pea
- shuffling more or less seriously by giving real weight to
- Fiona's predicament. She is bright and tough, but the pressure
- of remembering her lines and her lies has worn away her
- resilience. She worries about going mad, about having already
- gone mad. Her sometime lover, probably also her KGB watcher,
- notices her distress and kindly, slyly, asks the reason. "`I
- was thinking about my hair,' she said. `About having it cut
- shorter.' Men were always ready to believe that women were
- thinking about their hair."
- </p>
- <p> Not many writers, male or female, have invented a woman spy
- as well drawn as Fiona or a spy fiction as wry and sinewy as
- this one. But do Fiona and Bernard reunite and live happily
- ever after? Deighton, at the end of some 2,000 admirably
- umbrous pages, wisely fails to say.
- </p>
- <p>By John Skow.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
- </text>
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