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- BOOKS, Page 86A Master Hits His Old PaceBy Paul Gray
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- THE RUSSIA HOUSE
- by John le Carre
- Knopf; 353 pages; $19.95
-
- 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?
-
- 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.
-
- 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.
-
- 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."
-
- 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.
-
- 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.
-
- 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.