If you are hoping this title suggests le Carré has written about espionage that is sophisticated and civilized -- espionage as an art form -- you should leave now with your illusions intact. In these pages, the dirty deeds are brutal and crude.
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Although I've been reading and reviewing books for several decades, not until Salman Rushdie's memoir, Joseph Anton, have I realized how some part of me continues to look at books through callow eyes, to assess them naively.
Le Carré succeeds in what most authors dream of but few achieve: he creates fully realized worlds inhabited by complex human beings (well, men) dealing with complex issues. He manages this without resorting to infodumps or appendices.
John le Carré is something of a revered author, a writer who had taken the spy genre and elevated it into literature. His fans are fiercely loyal and were understandably skeptical of the news that his most beloved novel was to be turned into a movie.
Long for the heady, Cold War days of espionage? Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy rallies a stellar cast to tell a tale deception and conspiracy. It's dark, it's tense, and it makes James Bond look like Maxwell Smart's less-incisive brother.