Titlebook: Spy Thrillers; From Buchan to le Ca Clive Bloom (Senior Lecturer in the Faculty of Hum Book 1990 The Lumière (Co-operative) Press Ltd 1990

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Introduction: The Spy Thriller: A Genre Under Cover?,pts to become adventure-romance (John Buchan’s . for example, or the James Bond novels), one attempts to become the classic domestic novel (Joseph Conrad’s .) and one may loosely be described as attempting the level of a state-of-the-nation fable (Robert Harling’s .).. In all three cases the form st

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,The Adventure of Spying: Erskine Childers’s ,perience of two young Englishmen cruising in a yacht around the East Frisian Islands who stumble on a secret rehearsal of an invasion of Britain. The . proclaimed that ‘the special merit of the book lies in the graphic presentation of the little yacht’s adventures among the dangerous shallows’.. ‘Ad

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,John Buchan: The Reader’s Trap,egree of reader-security — paradoxically thrives on a combination of inconsistency, underdevelopment and contradiction. Examined closely Buchan’s fiction is full of surprises. I shall attempt to show that one of the greatest of these is the manipulation of the reader. Put simply, Buchan develops a r

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,The Story of an Encounter: Geoffrey Household’s ,gure in question is Hitler. Perhaps it is, but Household never states that it is, and one asks, did Hitler wear waistcoats? The figure in the sights of the hunting rifle certainly does (p. 18). One might dismiss the point as fairly trivial, fictionists’ licence, and given the date of publication, ju

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The Great Game? The Spy Fiction of Len Deighton,s (. and .) and three works of non-fiction (. and .);the latter has resulted in fourteen spy novels including the recent . trilogy. In assessing Deighton’s prolific output it may be appropriate to employ the distinction made by Graham Greene between novels and ‘entertainments’. Many regard ., a grap

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,Are You Telling Me Lies David? The Work of John le Carré,John le Carré, my other name’. ‘You dont’t like critics’. ‘Even the word makes my whippets growl’... ‘Aren’t you being unfair? After all a critic might be an ideal reader, or even Eliot’s mild mannered man exercising a certain braggadocio from behind the refuge of his typewriter’. ‘Which are you?’ ‘