Call for the Dead
by John Le Carré.
Penguin Books 1964 (1961).
What can be said about Le Carré’s first novel that hasn’t been said before, and better than anything I can offer? What can be added to an assessment of George Smiley which has already been discussed, expanded on, in fact more than adequately described by the author himself in the pages of this and subsequent Smiley novels?
The answer is, of course, nothing of material worth; so the best I can do is present my own reactions to this already six decades old spy thriller, based on my own memories of the early sixties and limited experience of this genre.
But one doesn’t need to be a veteran fan of espionage novels to appreciate the supreme achievement of the then debut novelist, namely the creation of a figure whom Smiley’s ex-wife characterised as breathtakingly ordinary, an oxymoron that is still so apposite and which goes to the heart of Smiley’s appeal as a fictional hero. For his nondescript outward appearance conceals no ordinary mind, proof of the adage that one should never judge a book by its cover.
The inciting incident for the action is only hinted at by the close of the first chapter, one with the prosaic title of ‘A Brief History of George Smiley’. We are given to understand that we are now in the first day or so of a New Year—probably 1960—when Smiley is informed of the suicide of Samuel Fennan, who worked in the Foreign Office and had been anonymously denounced as a former Communist. Smiley had informally interviewed him beforehand and advised no further action, but a suicide note calls Smiley’s integrity into question.
When, after interviewing his widow Elsa Fennan, Smiley feels a lack of support from a superior, he resigns from the Secret Service. But this doesn’t bring matters to a close, and Smiley is drawn into a game of cat and mouse with even his own life hanging in the balance, all because of a phone call to a dead man.
Smiley’s world in the early sixties is one I can recollect from my own childhood experience—black & white television, grey newsprint, streets the colour of gunmetal, swirling fog, smoke-filled rooms, with even lowering rainclouds reflecting monochrome urban lives. Though things are on the cusp of change—flower power, colour tv, growing affluence are all around the corner—the Cold War is now in full swing, satellite surveillance still in its infancy, and the cosy world of spying dons is yielding to a new breed of bureaucrats and office politics.
Smiley’s dogged and dangerous investigation takes him through the damp thoroughfares of the capital and the mean streets of its suburban hinterland; he is seldom able to take emotional comfort in his love of classic German texts and he still struggles with the absence of Lady Ann, his stunning society wife who has abandoned him for a Cuban racing driver. Luckily for him he has Peter Guillam from the Service and the soon-to-retire Inspector Mendel from Special Branch on his side when the going get hairy and a figure from his wartime past enters the frame.
When Call for the Dead was published it was intended to give a more realistic picture of the Secret Service, its modus operandi and its personnel than that given by Ian Fleming’s sensationalised agent James Bond and department. In this it was evidently successful as a string of novels, with or without George Smiley, soon emerged under David Cornwell’s nom de plume until his death in 2020. As a whodunit this debut novel wasn’t particularly unfathomable; and much more than the how and the why what makes Call for the Dead promising as literature is the combination of characterisation, historical context, and the clash of ideologies all being placed under the author’s microscopic scrutiny for our enlightenment as much as enjoyment.
Above all we invest willy-nilly in the unprepossessing Smiley, an unlikely hero portrayed as “a bullfrog in a sou’wester” and “without school, parents, regiment or trade, without wealth or poverty.” An imperfect and unflamboyant protagonist he may be, an unexpected surrogate Everyman, but those who value intelligence, intellectual curiosity and psychological acumen will see behind the façade Smiley both consciously and unconsciously adopts.
I’ve previously reviewed the second Smiley novel A Murder of Quality and the last A Legacy of Spies.
I think this is the only early Le Carre I haven’t read, which is very remiss of me indeed. I will see if I have a copy lurking on my shelves to promote up to being my next of my 20 Books of Summer.
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I look forward to your thoughts on it if it indeed is lurking somewhere! For myself, I now feel up to tackling the classic Smiley novels ‘The Spy…’ and ‘Tinker’, but I seem to have acquired a copy of his final ever novel, so maybe that’ll come first.
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I’m still to make Smiley’s acquaintance; Le Carre remains a bit of a gap in my reading. I did read The Constant Gardner, which was a tad unsettling as I guess it was meant to be. I also always meant to read The Tailor of Panama after reading Our Man in Havana, but while I read the latter., I still haven’t gotten to the former.
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Emily has long been a fan of Le Carré — possibly before I even met her! — but I’m afraid I’m a late convert as fantasy and archaeology was more my thing in the early days. So I still have the pleasure of following his footsteps in Havana or even Panama, and all the other terrains he’s included over the decades.
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As do I. My mother has read far more of him than me but I think from the library since The Constant Gardner is the only one I’ve found in her books.
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“So many books, so little etc”
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This was my first le Carre (recently) and I was hooked – such a good author, such an unlikely protagonist and completely unputdownable. Great stuff!
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If it was a recent read for you, and you reviewed it, then I must’ve seen your post—I shall have to go and check now! Yes, a very ‘readable’ writer while being highly articulate and intelligent. And, of course, a Europhile…
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The only Le Carre novels I know are Tinker Tailor – I found them baffling but still couldn’t put them down. This one sounds a little easier to get into but still with the atmosphere I enjoyed.
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In many ways it’s just a murder mystery, only with spies, and with Smiley as the sleuth whose life is in danger; otherwise it must’ve been the perfect antidote to Fleming’s hard-drinking womanising antihero whose exploits just became more and more unbelievable.
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i’m going to be naughty and buy it for my husband. I can then get to read it while avoiding raised eyebrows about buying yet more books :0
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Sneaky, but smart! 🙂
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I was lucky enough to discover his books in my late teen years and I kept reading him and rereading. Always interesting and usually with something more to discover on each reading. I was thrilled when the news about a new book coming out broke. I hope you enjoy whatever else of his you pick up!
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I’ve got Agent Running in the Field to read next, but I’m looking forward to The Spy Who…—even though I’ve never watched the film I think I shall always imagine Richard Burton as Alec Leamas in the novel. And that’s good news (but also sad) that there’s one more Le Carré novel to come this autumn!
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Oh, George Smiley, one of the unsung heroes of popular imagination who went on to have a spectacular career in pop culture and was even played by Gary Oldman 😉 We owe to Le Carre the much needed injection of reality into the spy business, that’s certain.
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We owe it to Le Carré that our fictional spies should be human chameleons whose sheer ordinariness meant they might be overlooked in any everyday context. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Smiley being hsopitalised in this novel…
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Smiley was played by a number of actors. But I always visualise him as Alec Guinness.
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I think I watched Guinness in one or two episodes of one of the televised series, but as I didn’t come in at the start I couldn’t make head or tail of what was going on—I can’t even remember whether it was Tinker, tailor or Smiley’s People that I saw—but for me too, reading this and A Murder of Quality, I imagined Guinness. In fact, I think it was Le Carré himself who persuaded a reluctant Guinness to take the role.
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My husband has recently gone on a Le Carre reading spree and is trying to talk me into joining in as I have Tinker Tailor in the 746. We are even rewatching the Alec Guinness TV show!
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I’m sure he’s very persuasive but, especially if you’re watching Alec Guinness, I suspect you won’t need much persuading! I have all those joys to come. 🙂
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