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BOOKS, Page 96Savory Gambits
DADDY
By Loup Durand;
Translated by J. Maxwell Brownjohn
Villard; 374 pages; $18.95
Occupied France, 1942. A righteous Christian banker is
helping Jews to conceal their savings from the Nazis. Detained
by the Gestapo, he commits suicide rather than yield the
numbers of the secret accounts he has opened. Now only one
person in the world knows how to retrieve the hidden $350
million: the banker's great-grandson Thomas. The eleven-year-old
chess prodigy has memorized the long list of digits. A
brilliant homosexual SS officer sets out in pursuit of the money
and the boy.
French novelist Loup Durand fills out this scenario with the
graceless prose that marks other classics of the genre,
including John Buchan's The Thirty-nine Steps, Frederick
Forsyth's The Day of the Jackal and almost everything written by
Ian Fleming. The boy's doomed mother Maria is not merely an
eyeful, she has a "passion for beautiful things and more than
enough money to indulge it . . . Coco Chanel suits, tea roses,
the best restaurants, jazz, and driving her Bugatti at a
reckless speed."
In Durand's narrative, and J. Maxwell Brownjohn's
translation, cold feet are "like blocks of ice." A bashed
villain goes "out like a light." A neighborhood is "as silent as
the grave." An event happens "in a flash." Matters are as clear
"as daylight." If the author were competing with John le Carre,
these bromides might undo his tale.
But the Good War is not the cold war, and an international
page turner should never be confused with a geo-political
thriller. The one man who can save Thomas is American David
Quartermain, who fathered the illegitimate boy and is sitting
out the war in Vermont. Quartermain, whose name evokes the
dauntless hero of King Solomon's Mines, is not just well off. He
is a member of the most powerful banking family in the U.S. For
lagniappe, he bears a striking resemblance to Gary Cooper. The
boy's only protector is a supermarksman out of Ghostbusters.
Miquel is the sort of fellow who can shoot out the eye of a fly
at 100 paces and vanish at will into a wood or a city, beyond
the reach of ordinary humans.
There are no moral complexities here, no cunning passages of
history, no double agents trading allegiances for meaning. But
there is a tumultuous plot, an appealing young protagonist --
who except Hitler could root against a pre-pubescent? -- and a
prime villain. Colonel Gregor Laemmle, the SS officer in pursuit
of Thomas, is far more than the usual posturing sadist. A former
philosophy professor, he is a connoisseur of art and literature
and something of a chess master himself. Laemmle regards the
hunting of Thomas as a large-scale tournament, with gambits to
be savored even when they go against the Germans.
The opening game features a well-devised trap. But the lad
is too slithery to hold, and he is soon en route to maman, with
fatal consequences for her. From that fiery shoot-out until
checkmate, the contest becomes increasingly taut, vicious and
engaging. At each turn, Laemmle edges closer to his goal. At
every escape, Thomas becomes a little wearier, a trifle more
dependent on a cast of peasants, restaurateurs, shopkeepers and
devious intelligence operatives. None are so devious or
inventive as he is. The most adept, of course, proves to be
Quartermain, flown in to rescue the child of his brief and
passionate liaison with Maria.
Between the maze of subplots, Durand allows a sex scene or
two, but his real love story is filial. As Daddy nears the end
game, the book presents its sole ambiguity as father and son
compete for the title role. Is the innocent American fit for
parentage? Or has the little French garcon acquired a more
mature knowledge of human treachery and altruism? Debating the
question, Europeans have driven Thomas' adventure to the top of
their best-seller lists. It is likely to have a commensurate
success in the U.S., where some people fondly remember Father
Knows Best and the rest are aware that outsmarting adults is
one of youth's most hallowed traditions.