Book Review: The Life of a Spy

The Pigeon Tunnel pulls together reminiscences from the remarkable life of John le Carré

In 1997, George Plimpton interviewed John le Carré for The Paris Review. While discussing the ample subject matter sifted in his fiction after the Cold War ended, le Carré told Plimpton, "The one thing you can bet is that spying is never over.. It will go on and on and on."
Now 84, le Carré seems blessedly eternal in his own right. Or write. To date, le Carré's published writing life spans 55 years, with no discernible decline in quality.
His latest book, The Pigeon Tunnel: Stories from My Life, includes more than a few forbidding reflections on political machinations and incompetence among various governments, oddities such as a one-off lunch with media baron Rupert Murdoch, and several harrowing reflections on personal research missions that informed his many novels.
Fans of le Carré probably know at least a bit of his personal biography. That his real name is David Cornwell. That he was a lower-level spy in Britain's MI6 before quitting the service in 1963 after his third book - The Spy Who Came in from the Cold - became that enviable literary combination of best-seller and critical darling. In Son of the Author's Father, le Carré  delves into his real-life con man father's misadventures.
He disdains and laments his father's foolish and hurtful behaviour while wondering how much of the father resides within the son. Gravitating toward the deceptive world of intelligence and spying must have sprung from the mistrust and deceit of childhood, le Carre's posits.
And, as the author has often noted, lines long ago blurred between deceit, spy craft, and writing novels.
"Ronnie the common man could spin you a story out of the air, sketch in a character who did not exist, and paint a golden opportunity when there wasn't one," le Carré writes of his father.
"He could blind you with bogus detail or helpfully clarify a non-existent knotty point if you weren't quick enough on the uptake to grasp the technicalities of his con first time round. He could withhold a great secret on grounds of confidentiality, then whisper it to your ear alone because he has decided to trust you."
Earlier in The Pigeon Tunnel, le Carré reflects on the benefit of spies-turned-authors. Graham Greene, a thriller writer who preceded le Carré as a novelist who took a dim view of the ethics and success of espionage, was also a former British spy who defected to the best-seller list. "Compared with the hell we might have raised by other means, writing was as harmless as playing with our bricks," le Carré asserts. "How much our poor beleaguered spies must be wishing that Edward Snowden had done the novel instead."
Le Carré's reminiscences include a dry wit embracing the futility of spy-world omniscience. In his own career, the novelist recalls plenty of occasions when a politician or another notable sought his expertise on some international episode or another.
Invariably, le Carré relates, he had no insight whatsoever. And, of course, in the actual practice of spying, the author witnessed and heard countless examples of ineptitude and botched intelligence.
In the days when le Carré joined MI6, intelligence services only recruited - and did not solicit - applicants. The reason why is truly interesting.
"If you applied you could be enemy, whereas if you were spotted, you couldn't possibly be. And we all know how well that worked."
The pigeon tunnel: stories from my life
John le Carré
Published by:  Viking
> 320 pages
- The Christian Science Monitor