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Rating: really liked it
Call for the Dead = The Deadly Affair, John le Carré Call for the Dead is John le Carrés' first novel, published in 1961. It introduces George Smiley, the most famous of le Carrés' recurring characters, in a story about East German spies inside Great Britain. It also introduces a fictional version of British Intelligence, called "The Circus" because of its location in Cambridge Circus, that is apparently based on MI6 and that recurs throughout le Carrés' spy novels. Call for the Dead was filmed as The Deadly Affair, released in 1966.
Foreign Office civil servant Samuel Fennan apparently commits suicide after a routine security check by Circus agent George Smiley. Smiley had interviewed and cleared Fennan only days previously after an anonymous accusation; because of this, Circus head of service Maston sets up Smiley to be blamed for Fennans' death. While interviewing Fennans' wife Elsa in her home, Smiley answers the telephone, expecting the call to be for him. It is a requested 8:30 AM call from the telephone exchange. Inspector Mendel, a police officer on the verge of retirement who is investigating the Fennan case, finds out that the call had been requested by Fennan the night before.
When Elsa later tells Smiley that she requested the call from the exchange, Smiley becomes suspicious of her. However, Maston unequivocally orders Smiley to refrain from any further investigation into Fennans' death. Back in his office, Smiley receives a letter posted by Fennan the night before, requesting an urgent meeting that day. Believing that Fennan was murdered to prevent the meeting, Smiley resigns from the Circus and attaches his resignation to Fennans' letter, which he forwards to Maston. ....
تاریخ نخستین خوانش: سال1994میلادی
عنوان: آوای مرگ؛ نویسنده: جان لوکاره؛ مترجم: خسرو سمیعی؛ تهران، طرح نو، سال1373؛ در191ص؛ فروست مجموعه کتابهای سیاه؛ چاپ دوم سال1389؛ شابک9789644890741؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان بریتانیا - سده 20م
آنگاه که «لیدی آن سرکومب»، پس از پایان جنگ دوم جهانگیر، با «جرج اسمایلی»، ازدواج کردند، به دوستانش در «میفر»، که از ازدواج او، بسیار شگفت زده شده بودند، درباره ی شوهر خویش، گفت که او آدمی به طور غریبی معمولی است؛ زمانیکه دو سال بعد، شوهرش را رها کرد، و با مردی، از اهالی «کوبا»، که راننده ی اتومبیلهای کورسی بود، ازدواج کرد، خیلی مبهم به آنان گفت، که اگر در آن لحظه، او را ترک نمیکرد، دیگر هرگز قادر به چنان کاری نمیشد؛ و «ویکنت ساولی»، مخصوصا به باشگاهش رفت، تا این خبر را، به گوش همه برساند؛ فقط کسانی که «اسمایلی» را میشناختند، این گفته را، که مدتی نقل مجالس بود، درک میکردند؛ «اسمایلی» کوتاه بود، و چاق، و آدمی که، پس از دیدنش، خیال میکردید، که برای خرید لباسهایی که، در انتخابشان کوچکترین سلیقه ای، به کار نرفته، پول بسیاری میدهد، لباسهایی که، مثل پوست چروکیده قورباغه، از اطراف بدنش آویزان بودند...؛
نقل از مصاحبه «جان لو کاره» با «مجله اکسپرس» سال1969میلادی: (دنیای جاسوسان در نظر من، ادامه ی دنیایی است، که در آن زندگی میکنم، به همین جهت هم آنرا، با پرسوناژهای خود، میآرایم؛ چون به هر حال، من رمان نویس هستم؛ با تخیل عمل میکنم؛ قصه تعریف میکنم)؛ پایان نقل
تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 09/11/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ 09/10/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی
Rating: really liked it
This first George Smiley novel—also the first for John le Carre—is not a spy novel really, but more like a murder mystery with spies in it.
You see, Smiley is ordered to conduct a routine security check on Samuel Fennan, and, since he sees no serious concerns in Fennan's past—just a little harmless wartime flirtation with communism—he reassures Fennan and they part in friendly fashion. But soon Fennan is pronounced a suicide, and Fennan's wife Elsa claims that, after his interview with Smiley, her husband was unusually despondent. The higher ups want to stick Smiley with the blame for a botched interview and move on, but Smiley, who is not convinced this is a sucide, becomes even less convinced when he answers the phone in Fennan's flat and receives a “reminder call” Fennan arranged with his service. It just doesn't make sense. Why would a person who intends to commit suicide one a specific night arrange for a reminder call for the morning after?
Since this is a first novel, it has its flaws. For example, Smiley and Police Inspector Mendel are both used as third-person viewpoint characters, but Mendel's first appearance as viewpoint is disorienting, since it is far enough into the novel that we have identified ourselves with Smiley completely, and le Carre has not used any of the novelistic tricks that would make such a transition less confusing and more effective. Also, although le Carre's acerbic descriptions of many of the streets of London are precise and entertaining, they are sometimes too long, and thus retard the action and dissipate the suspense.
Still, Smiley is an intriguing narrator, the characters of Elsa Fennan, Inspector Mendel, and the shady car dealer Adam Scarr are lifelike and convincing, and the final confrontation and chase, in a small London theatre and in the surrounding streets, is suspenseful and exciting.
Rating: really liked it
"He learnt what it was never to sleep, never to relax, to feel at any time of day or night the restless beating of his own heart, to know the extremes of solitude and self-pity, the sudden unreasoning desire for a woman, for drink, for exercise, for any drug to take away the tension of his life."While this isn’t my first John le Carré novel (The Russia House holds that distinction), it is in fact my first George Smiley book. Call for the Dead is also the first in the series of the George Smiley novels and offers a very satisfying introduction to the surprisingly ordinary yet quite honorable little man. When I say ‘little’ I mean in stature. He’s no looker, that’s a fact. A James Bond type he is not.
"Short, fat, and of a quiet disposition, he appeared to spend a lot of money on really bad clothes, which hung about his squat frame like skin on a shrunken toad." I have a great image in my head of Smiley now, and regardless of his looks, I loved this man! He’s not perfect (who is?), but he’s intelligent, he has a conscience, and he’s quite perceptive. In a nutshell, he is a British spy caught up in a case of intrigue involving the suicide of Samuel Fennan, an employee of the Foreign Office in London who also happens to have affiliations with the Communist party. But some things don’t appear to add up correctly according to Smiley’s calculations, and he takes it upon himself to corroborate whether this was in fact a suicide. Could there be something even more sinister going on here? He teams up with Inspector Mendel to uncover the truth.
Those looking for a fast-paced espionage thriller will likely be a bit disappointed by this one. However, if you, like me, prefer a more literary-type spy novel with well-written and convincing characterizations, then this should appeal. That’s not to say there is no action here, because there are certainly some wonderful moments of tension as well as some more dramatic run-ins with the villains of the story. I found this to be smart and exciting enough to keep me completely immersed in the story throughout. I’m quite certain I could never pull off a double life, a life of secrets and treachery, even if for a ‘good cause’. George Smiley is definitely the kind of intelligence officer I could buy into. As I alluded to, he is not without flaws and often reflects on his position and resultant lifestyle. He mourns what life once was and perhaps could be if he had made another choice.
"Always withdrawn, he now found himself shrinking from the temptations of friendship and human loyalty; he guarded himself warily from spontaneous reaction. By the strength of his intellect, he forced himself to observe humanity with clinical objectivity, and because he was neither immortal nor infallible he hated and feared the falseness of his life."Since reading this first in the series, I jumped to the more renowned of the Smiley novels – The Spy Who Came In from the Cold (although Smiley himself is not prominent throughout - more on that later). It was excellent! I will definitely circle back and try to read the one in between which I missed. As a matter of fact, I plan to read them all. They’re that good! Recommended to those that don’t mind a more ‘old-fashioned’ and literary type spy novel.
Rating: really liked it
I am a huge fan of James Bond, movies and books, but had never entered the world of George Smiley written by John Le Carre. When a few friends in the group reading for pleasure here on goodreads decided to read the Smiley books in order, I decided to join them. I enjoy reading mysteries or thrillers in between denser reads as a palette cleanser, and, having just read two Pulitzer winners back to back, a short spy novel seemed like just what I needed to clear my head. What ensued is Le Carre’s initial foray into Smiley’s world.
George Smiley is a member of England’s Foreign Office during the Cold War period. The nation has no relations with East Germany and their working relationship with the Soviet Union is tenuous at best. Smiley had been stationed as a literature professor in German universities before the war and saw firsthand the rise of fascism. At the time because it was en Vogue, Smiley dabbled in communism and reached out to students who he thought had potential as party members. One of these students was a German Jew by the name of Dieter Frey, who could have used the party as a means of escaping persecution. Yet, as Smiley fled Germany on the onset of war, Frey had all but disappeared.
Fast forwarding fifteen years, George Smiley is on the verge of retirement. His wife left him for a Spanish race car driver, and Smiley does not want to spend the rest of his life pushing papers for the British foreign service. It is in this context that he receives a call that Samuel Fennan has committed suicide, a Party member who had contact with Smiley in their Oxford days. It is up to Smiley to crack the case, which, of course, turns out to be murder rather than suicide. We meet his colleagues Inspector Mendel (same name as my so , made me chuckle) and Peter Guillam along with his boss Maston. All three characters appear as though they will be along for the entire series. Their dialogue is lighthearted as they attempt to crack whodunit, in a case laced with international espionage and the return of old acquaintances. It is up to Smiley to crack a potential international ring before more murders happen.
On the surface Call for the Dead appears as the type of thriller that I would enjoy, yet I wanted the action of James Bond and ended up with Hercule Poirot, especially toward the novel’s ending moments. As my buddy readers pointed out, Smiley is cerebral and more in the mold of an actual spy whereas Bond is all about action and many of his escapades might not occur in real life. When I am reading about espionage I prefer the fast paced action scenes of Bond, and that is what I was looking for in Smiley as well. In the end, Smiley gets his man and is offered a promotion. It appears that the stage is set for the cast of characters to return, and, as they enjoyed a productive working relationship, I am willing to give George Smiley a second try. The Spy Who Came in From the Cold gained Le Carre international fame so I will give this first installment the benefit of the doubt. At the end of the day, I am always up for a good spy thriller.
3.5 stars
Rating: really liked it
“Call For the Dead” is the first of 8 books in John Le Carre’s series featuring George Smiley. Published in 1961, it is smart, the writing brisk and contained, and the story engaging. Espionage and counter-espionage – who is a spy? – who is being set up? This is a classic, and written by an author who knew the ins and outs of national Intelligence and Security first-hand. This book is a very impressive and intelligent initial offering from an author whose stories have been revered for years, and some of which made it onto the big screen as motion pictures. I’m not a big fan of spy books or movies . . . or, I wasn’t until I read John Le Carre. I think I will continue with the series to see what Mr. George Smiley gets mixed up in next!
Rating: really liked it
This book is not only John le Carre's first novel, it is also the novel which introduces George Smiley, the British Secret Service Agent who would become famous as le Carre continued to produce more and more books in this series. We learn about his recruitment, his failed marriage, his schooling and his early work in Germany. This first novel isn't about espionage; it's a murder mystery and a darn good one at that.
I loved meeting George Smiley at the very beginning of his career. It's a little like looking for the first time at the pictures of your 60 year husband's or wife's high school or college graduation pictures. S/he is recognizable with all the same features but much younger and not the seasoned adult you know so well.
Highly recommended for Smiley fans.
Rating: really liked it
“
It’s an odd illness you suffer from, Mr. Smiley,’ she continued, taking a cigarette from the box; ‘and I have seen many victims of it. The mind becomes separated from the body; it thinks without reality, rules a paper kingdom and devises without emotion the ruin of its paper victims. But sometimes the division between your world and ours is incomplete; the files grow heads and arms and legs, and that’s a terrible moment, isn’t it? The names have families as well as records, and human motives to explain the sad little dossiers and their make-believe sins. When that happens I am sorry for you.’”
Call for the Dead was, astonishingly, John Le Carré’s first published novel, as well as the first to feature the man who would become his most famous creation: the short, pudgy, unspectacular, rather forgettable (and hence utterly un-Bond-like) George Smiley—fusty old scholar of obscure 18th century German poetry . . . but also a wily, jaded, Janus-faced spymaster nonpareil.
It’s a phenomenal book: darkly atmospheric, stark and poetic, imbued with a noirish existentialism as gray and inescapable as the ubiquitous London fog (and just as opaque). Gray also happens to be the only color in Le Carré’s moral universe, which utterly lacks anything as simple as black or white, as easy as moral absolutism, or as comforting as righteousness. This is a world of casual betrayal, no-hard-feelings murder, and relentless deception; where everyone either believes, or convinces themselves, that
they are the ones acting for the higher good; where every manner and degree of moral atrocity is permitted, and then laid at the altar of patriotism or political belief—with a means-versus-ends calculus that never seems to quite add up.
I loved this book. Loved it just as much as I loved its far more famous successor,
The Spy Who Came in From the Cold (the third in the Smiley series, in which Smiley himself plays only a peripheral role). I honestly don’t know which is more extraordinary—that a work of such moral and philosophical subtlety could be the very first novel of a young, unknown writer like Le Carré was in 1961, when
Call for the Dead was first published—or that such an author could be capable of writing at such a high level, with such consistent quality, for fifty years thereafter.
Call for the Dead is a must-read—not only for fans of Le Carré, but for fans of authors like Graham Greene, Raymond Chandler, James M. Caine, and other less-obvious relations ranging from Kafka and Camus to Cormac McCarthy, as well as the very few others who occupy that rarefied stratum of novelists who are able to lift moral ambiguity and an almost nihilistic cynicism into the realm of high art.
Rating: really liked it
3.5 ☆After reading Agent Running in the Field, which was my first book by John le Carré, I decided to try his George Smiley series from the beginning.
Call for the Dead was published in 1961, and I was transported back in time to London, circa late 1950s, complete with shillings, typewriters, and telephone exchanges. It was still a time of political and social adjustment as post-WWII Europe settled into Cold War tensions.
Call for the Dead has the feel of some of Alfred Hitchcock's early espionage films with little injections of Golden Age detective fictions. Le Carré's debut novel introduced George Smiley, whose appearance didn't seem to destine him for a leading man's role.
Short, fat, and of a quiet disposition, he appeared to spend a lot of money on really bad clothes, which hung about his squat frame like skin on a shrunken toad. Sawley, in fact, declared at [Smiley's] wedding that "[Ann] Sercomb was mated to a bullfrog in a sou’wester." And Smiley, unaware of this description, had waddled down the aisle in search of the kiss that would turn him into a Prince.
It dawned on [Smiley] gradually that he had entered middle-age without ever being young, and that he was, in the nicest possible way, "on the shelf".
Employed in the Secret Service, Smiley was assigned to interrogate Samuel Fennan, who worked in the Foreign Office, as to whether he retained his Communist sympathies from his university days. A day later, Fennan was found in his home shot dead at the temple and with a typed suicide note on the floor. Eager to keep Fennan's death a suicide and thus out of the news, Maston sent his subordinate Smiley to speak with the newly widowed Mrs. Fennan. She reported that Fennan had been quite agitated since his interview with Smiley, contrary to Smiley's assessment of their meeting. And Smiley was struck further by oddities at the scene.
"We seem to be at cross-purposes," [Maston] said. "I send you down to discover why Fennan shot himself. You come back and say he didn’t. We’re not policemen, Smiley."
No. I sometimes wonder what we are.
Smiley was officially an intelligence officer. He pieced together facts with conjectures. After Fennan's death, Smiley met Scotland Yard Inspector Mendel. Like Smiley, Mendel was also on the shelf, which was why he'd been given the perfunctory investigation for a likely suicide.
He knew how intelligent men could be broken by the stupidity of their superiors, how weeks of patient work night and day could be cast aside by such a man.
But Mendel listened to Smiley's disquiet over the Fennan interviews, especially as danger began to stalk Smiley. Mendel provided the solid detective work to test the evidence. Overall,
Call of the Dead was an entertaining, but far from stellar, murder mystery police procedural and a solid debut novel.
Rating: really liked it
Introducing Smiley to the world, this is more of a detective story than a spy story, except that the characters are spies. There are two diversions from what I remember about le Carre's other novels, at the beginning and the end, amounting in each case to explanations of things (telling) that could have been much more effective if included in the narrative (showing). But who am I to criticize le Carre? In between, the story was excellent.
Rating: really liked it
This is the first George Smiley novel and introduces us to the characters which, as a reader, you will come to love. It is fair to say that Le Carre's spy novels are more Harry Palmer than 007; he aims for realism and not fantasy, which I find much more intriguing. Smiley is not attractive, or dashing. His ex wife, the beautiful Lady Ann Seacomb, caused surprise and gossip when they married - she nicknamed him 'Toad' and, unlike a Bond character, who always gets the girl, she leaves him for a Cuban motor racing driving.
Despite Smiley's squat and unprepossing looks though, he has something far more attractive - intelligence in abundance, as well as great humanity and sensitivity to others. When asked to interview Samuel Fennan, at the Foreign Office, who has been anonymously accused of being a communist sympathiser, Smiley conducts the meeting with tact. He even goes so far as to tell Fennan not to worry, which is why he is so suprised when Fennan supposedly returns home devastated and later commits suicide. Something does not add up and Smiley sets out to find out what really happened. This is a world of real danger, where Smiley is almost killed and others murdered, where people are really hurt and suffer the consequences of their actions. A really intelligent novel and a great introduction to the Smiley books.
Rating: really liked it
There has been a lot of blah-di-blah about who the literary successor for Jane Austin should be. Well, it's too late; it's John Le Carre. Just because he happens to write Cold-War thrillers doesn't mean that every word isn't infused with the same sense of humor, the same love of the ordinary, the same lovely tendency to linger with friends, whether they be seemingly-mundane characters or sentences themselves.
"When Lady Ann Sercomb married George Smiley towards the end of the war she described him to her astonished Mayfair friends as breathtakingly ordinary. When she left him two years later in favour of a Cuban motor racing driver, she announced enigmatically that if she hadn't left him then, she never could have done; and Viscount Sawley madde a special journey to his club to observe the cat was out of the bag."
Tell me that this couldn't have been the start to a lost Jane Austen novel. Just try.
An absolute gem.
Rating: really liked it
This thing read like a Agatha Christie novel minus the twists and turns. It was a pretty straightforward and short "who done it?" murder mystery. Nothing outstanding, but it made for a decent introduction to the George Smiley character.
Rating: really liked it
Some of the most elegant spy genre books I've ever read!
Rating: really liked it
While it doesn’t reach the astounding depths of le Carré’s masterpiece The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, this novel, his first, nonetheless displays his gifts for giving us a subtle, mesmerizing, disturbing glimpse into the murky, cold-blooded world of espionage. And it introduces to the world the peculiar, brilliant, bespectacled spy George Smiley. I look forward to continuing to read his exploits, and I’m grateful that there are many more of them that le Carré wrote.
Rating: really liked it
"take your hands off me! Do you think I'm yours because I don't belong to them? Go away! Go away and kill Freitag and Dieter, keep the game alive, Mr Smiley. But don't think I'm on your side, d'you hear? Because I'm the wandering Jewess, the no-man's land, the battlefield for your toy soldiers. You can kick me and trample on me, see, but never, never touch me, never tell me you're sorry, d'you hear? Now get out! Go away and kill"
The first novel by John le Carré is also the 1st novel with the iconic character George Smiley.
le Carré described George Smiley in “Call for the Dead” (1961) this way:
“Short, fat and of a quiet disposition, he appeared to spend a lot of money on really bad clothes, which hung about his squat frame like skin on a shrunken toad.”
So a few years before the Ian Fleming creation graced the big screen for the first time his totally opposite started his life in this not so thick novel in a murder mystery & spy mystery. The by then already old employee George Smiley is send out to check out a civil servant after receiving an anonymus letter in which Samuel Arthur Fennan's communist history is told. However Smiley sees nothing but a youthful mistake and even lets the man know he should not be concerned.
Of course Smiley is rather unpleasantly surprised when he is told that the man has killed himself and somewhat implicates Smiley in the reason why.
When Smiley is send by his service to check out their possible involvement things do not seem to add up. And things get worse quickly including resignation and more murders.
I have read Le Carré before, never this particular book, and found him interesting but far too intellectual for my taste. His books lacked the physical action that I found enjoyable in the Fleming novels. Now that I am older I find that I enjoy the human and intelligent style of writing by this particular writer a lot more. Le Carré gives a lot more real insight into the every day spy business than most writers will ever do probably because the man worked in the business himself. When he released this book he still worked for MI6 and they permitted him to release this novel as long as he did change his name to his well known pen-name, and the man responsible in MI6 for vetting the book loved it as well.
A great little story that is well constructed and leaves the reader guessing until the end.
The nice part about this particular edition of the book is the 10 pages in which John le Carré himself introduces the book himself, a nice bonus if I may add.
