I just love Len Deighton. He requires careful reading, as he packs an enormous amount of information and subtle wit in each page, and perhaps younger readers might find him somewhat dated, but for those of us who remember when World War II was still in our parent's time, and who will have some familiarity with the tension between British and American culture, Deighton can be a worthy addiction.
In City of Gold, Deighton takes us to Cairo-=capital of the nominally autonomous Egypt, ruled by King Farouk--who is able to keep some of Egypt's proud people half convinced that the UK is an ally and not an oppressive occupier, although deep down every Egyptian does know the truth.
The British are preparing for Rommel's onslaught. Rommel appears to have tremendous intelligence about the British troops and positions--so good there must be a spy--but where?
The British decide to bring in civilian detectives to help--and specifically Albert Cutler. As the book starts, Cutler is taking a train up to Cairo while shepherding a British corporal, Jimmy Ross, who had murdered his commending officer (with apparent justification, although we are informed that is neither here nor there). On the journey, Cutler has a heart attack, and Ross decides his only chance is to assume Cutler's identity.
Can Ross acting as Cutler get away with the switch in personality and save his life? Can he---not a detective at all, but now thrown into the assignment of catching the Allied spy for Rommel--catch that spy and turn the war around? And of course, can he get the girl--from an aristocratic family but with grace and chutzpah engaged with him in his detective work? and what about the gun running in Egypt to Israeli forces seeking to arm Israel/Palestine ahead of the British wavering on supporting the Jewish state? Finally, will a band of British deserters, who have assumed the identity of "secret agents carrying out hush hush missions but in reality stealing the British army blind of ammunition, weapons and fine wines meant for officers only, really get away with their shameless activities?
Deighton writes with assurance and detail, such that the reader would believe he was reading an eyewitness account. Deighton is no stranger to irony, cynicism, and the evil of man. Yet the good English muddle through, partly by courage/brazenness, partly be accident, and partly because in the end the good and the clever beat the bad and corrupt. Very satisfying, but also a bit of a mental workout--with the interplay of army bureaucracy, state politics, WWII historical context and the very real task ahead of the reader to determine which of the characters are honest and which are fraudulent.
Some great lines:
[as Ross exits the Cairo train station in the late afternoon, he sees: "Ten billion particles of dust in the air picked up the light of the dying sun that afternoon, so that the slanting beams gleamed like bars of gold. So did the smoke and steam and the back-lit figures hurrying in all directions...'They call it the city of gold' [Ross/Cutler's adjutant says to him]."
"You could not depend upon anyone here to tell the truth. The army, the Arabs, and even the BBC all smoothly lied like troopers when it suited their purposes."
Deighton's ability to weave in economics and politics in his thrillers is outstanding, for example:
"When cotton prices jumped, many landowners began to plant it, which caused continuous rises in the price of bread. This...added a new dimension to the discontent...."
In alignment with all who travel frequently to the emerging markets, Deighton describes a typical expat cafe-- which a mob now threatened:
"The whole point of coming here for tea was to forget for a few minutes that they were surrounded by millions of dirty and diseased Egyptians. Now the tea drinkers felt threatened; worse, they felt vulnerable."
Regarding the US presence, an Irish assistant (of Harry Wechsler--a US syndicated columnist who was visiting the "front" to report on the "real war" to his readership) asks Wechsler: " 'What gives you all that energy?' once they were back in the car and crawling forward, looking for a way across the frontier. 'Money,' said Harry without hesitation. 'Do you know how many readers I have?' 'Yes, you told me.'" Money in fact is a theme and the corruption it causes, even in a war virtually everyone could agree was just and noble.
Thoroughly enjoyable and informative--adding to Deighton's stock of great and intelligent thrillers.