Showing posts with label historical thriller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label historical thriller. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2014

Review of Robert Harris's An Officer and a Spy

An Officer and a Spy by Robert Harris

I knew the basics of the Dreyfus Affair, but what I didn't know is that the most interesting parts of the story happen when Captain Albert Dreyfus is offstage. First off, I should say that although An Officer and a Spy (Knopf, January 2014) is classified as fiction, author Robert Harris tells us that his goal is to use the techniques of a novel to retell the true story of the Dreyfus Affair. The characters and the events are real.

The central figure in this dramatic story is Colonel Georges Picquart. As someone who had become acquainted with Dreyfus some years earlier, when Dreyfus was a young officer training at the military college where Picquart taught, Picquart was present at Dreyfus's October 1894 arrest by the army on charges of passing secret military information to German agents. Picquart had no trouble believing in Dreyfus's guilt, in part because Picquart was an anti-Semite, as most soldiers were, unfortunately.

Dreyfus was convicted a few months later and sentenced to life imprisonment in terrible conditions on Devil's Island, 8,000 miles from France. He left behind a young wife, two small children and other family members who were determined to use the family's considerable wealth to exonerate Dreyfus.

None of this was of any particular interest to Picquart, until he was assigned, shortly after Dreyfus's conviction, to become the chief of the military's secret intelligence bureau, called the "Statistical Section." Almost by accident, Picquart soon discovered that the evidence against Dreyfus was almost nonexistent, but that there was good evidence that the real traitor was a womanizer, gambler and cheat, Major Walsin Esterhazy.

This is the set-up to what becomes a story that would be too unbelievable as an original piece of fiction. But it's only too plausible today, when we've become jaded by seeing how, all over the world, political, military, religious forces and their associates often place their own institutional interests above quaint concepts like truth, honor and justice. Dreyfus, Picquart and other individuals were just pawns in a chess game for the various institutions' visions of the future of France and its military. But chess game is putting it too politely. This was a game of double-dealing, dirty tricks, and possibly even murder.

The late 19th century was a time of ferment in France. The French Republic was in its infancy and besieged by monarchists, the Catholic Church and the military on one side, and socialists and anti-clericalists on the other. The Army, having suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of Germany in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870/71, was rigid, hidebound and reactionary. The warring sides seized on the Dreyfus Affair to carry their messages, inciting a press war, whipping up the populace to riotous demonstrations and bringing the country to the brink of civil war.

Robert Harris, probably best known for his masterful novel of alternate history, Fatherland, has brought history vividly to life here. He slowly and deliberately establishes his story, but by about halfway through, events are rolling forward like a steam engine at peak running speed. Even if you already know exactly how the historical events unfolded, I think you'll find it as hard as I did to put the book down.

Harris's character portrait of Picquart paints him as more attractive than he probably was in real life. Harris doesn't make him an out-and-out hero, but he underplays Picquart's anti-Semitism as much as possible. He emphasizes that Picquart is an anti-clerical. I'm not at all sure there is much evidence for Picquart's anti-clericalism, but it helps illustrate the larger forces at work behind the Dreyfus case. And, although we don't get inside Picquart's heart and mind deeply, Harris so well describes the effect of him on the endless inquiries, trials and re-trials: "I am the founder of the school of Dreyfus studies: its leading scholar, its star professor--there is nothing I can be asked about my specialist field that I do not know: every letter and telegram, every personality, every forgery, every lie."

Harris also makes several of the Army officers almost comic-opera villains, especially Major Armand Mercier du Paty de Clam. Who knows, though; that may be accurate. Mercier du Paty de Clam (amazing name, isn't it?) was the officer principally responsible for identifying the officer who was passing secrets to the Germans. His choice of Dreyfus as the culprit seems to have been motivated by little more than Mercier du Paty de Clam's rabid anti-Semitism. And the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Mercier du Paty de Clam's son, Charles Armand Auguste Ferdinand Mercier du Paty de Clam, became Commissioner General for Jewish Affairs in the Nazi collaborationist Vichy government during World War II.

I wish Harris could have worked in more detail about the political ferment behind the events described in the book, but I recognize what a challenge that would have been. Despite not having that stronger historical foundation, and some possible oversimplification of the characters, this was a completely riveting read. It's the kind of book that will stay in my mind for hours or days to come.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Random Thoughts

No theme post or book review today. Just some stream-of-consciousness musings from the past few days.

I'm continuing my current espionage craze. I'm probably the last person to read Daniel Silva's The Unlikely Spy, from 2003, but better late than never. This historical thriller pits university don Alfred Vicary, now with British intelligence, against the Nazis' sleeper agent, Catherine Blake. Vicary's task is to implement plans to trick Germany into thinking that the D-Day invasions will come at Pas de Calais and Norway, rather than Normandy. Blake's orders are to find out the Allies' invasion plans––and avoid getting caught by those who suspect the Nazis have an agent on the case.

This is a real ham sandwich of a story, a guilty pleasure filled with action, over-the-top melodrama and plenty of cheese and mustard. Some of the writing may cause heartburn (how can somebody glare without any expression in his eyes?), but there is thrilling storytelling on display. I can't say much for the audiobook narrator, but he's not actually painful to listen to.

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You know you might be reading too much espionage when somebody starts chatting with you via comments on your book reviews on Amazon and your mind leaps to wondering how book review comments might be used to pass secret messages.


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Della's review of The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared grabbed my interest and I downloaded the audiobook. What a piece of inspired silliness! It's a charming yarn, a bit of a shaggy dog story, and the perfect selection to put a smile on your face.

Now I need to move on to the next book inspired by my colleagues here on Read Me Deadly. Periphera's review of Murder at the New York World's Fair inspired me to request that chestnut from interlibrary loan and I'm excited about reading it––even though the copy I received is a beat-up old paperback with a completely out-of-whack spine. It should make a nice change of pace from my other ILL books: Anne Applebaum's Iron Curtain: The Crushing of Eastern Europe, 1944-1956 and Lawrence Wright's Going Clear: Scientology, Hollywood, and the Prison of Belief.

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I've mentioned before that one of my guilty pleasures is watching TV crime dramas. There are many recycled plots that make me roll my eyes, but there's one that I just can't stand, and that's kidnapping, taking hostage or otherwise threatening the protagonist's family members. Well, it must be February sweeps, because we have the teenage daughters of the protagonists in two TV crime dramas kidnapped. Yes, this is the cheap melodrama featured in both Body of Proof and a two-parter on Castle. My eyes aren't just rolling, they're at full spin––and you could get scorched from the steam coming out of my ears.

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David Tennant plays DI Alec Hardy in Broadchurch
I wrote last September about my annoyance at having to wait for British crime fiction to be published in the US. Now I'm grumbling about British TV crime drama. Britain's ITV recently completed filming on a new police procedural series called Broadchurch, starring David Tennant, the marvelous actor who played the 10th Doctor Who (and my favorite) from 2005 to 2010. Broadchurch will begin next month in the UK. Supposedly, we'll get it in the US on BBC America sometime later this year, but I don't know when. Why must I wait?!

UK viewers will also shortly get to see a miniseries based on Kerry Greenwood's Phryne Fisher mystery series. It was produced in Australia and shown there last year, and a second series will begin airing there shortly. As far as I know, there is no US telecast scheduled, though Acorn has purchased the rights to distribute the DVDs in the US.

You Downton Abbey fans know this frustration. That bang-up finale that US viewers saw on February 17 was telecast in the UK on Christmas Day, and spoiler-y comments about it have been all over the internet since then.

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I keep seeing promotions for a new ABC show called Red Widow that premiered earlier this week. I couldn't figure out from the promos what the heck it was about, but I finally looked at the show's web page and see that it's about Marta, a woman who "has tried to stay out of her father's world of organized crime, but everything changes after her loving husband is brutally murdered." Guess what ethnicity her father's gang is? If you read my post here, then you will know to buzz in and say "What is Russian, Alex" for the Daily Double answer.

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This last random thought doesn't have anything to do with mysteries. I've been reading Barbara Pym's Excellent Women for my book club meeting tonight. I read it many years ago, but I think this is a book that can be best appreciated when you are "of a certain age." It's wonderful in several ways, one of which is its many one-line zingers. I'll leave you with some of my favorites, at least one of which may be worth keeping in mind as we head into the weekend:

"I had observed that men did not usually do things unless they liked doing them."

"I did part-time work at an organization that helped impoverished gentlewomen, a cause very near to my own heart, as I felt that I was just the kind of person who might one day become one."

"I was a little dismayed, as we often are when our offers of help are taken at their face value."

"Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but it can sometimes be a little depressing."