A slight story of a British academic who gets into difficulties in Cold War Moscow. Quietly humorous and satirical, with some gentle fun poked at naive university types, bureaucracy, and the spy novel genre.
Paul Manning is the young British postgraduate student, on a rather loose secondment to the "Faculty of Administrative Management Sciences" at Moscow University whilst supposedly working on his "sickly" PhD thesis. He is contacted by a certain Gordon Proctor-Gould, a businessman who claims to have known him at Cambridge, though Paul doesn't remember anything about him. Proctor-Gould wants to use his services as an interpreter to help in his business dealings, and, needing some extra cash, Paul agrees.
Complications ensue when they fall in love/lust with the same young woman, and Paul finds himself embroiled both in Gordon's rather ill-defined business affairs and his love-life.......
The setting is the Soviet Union in the 1960s, amid East-West tensions, spy paranoia, and an atmosphere of suspicion and mistrust, both official and private. It only gets 4 stars because in the end it strains credulity too far - I'll say no more for fear of spoilers.
The novel is an easy read - short, and the tight plot keeps you turning the pages. There is satire, gentle humour , and some farce, but also poignancy and pathos, and some perceptive insights into our relationships with other people and with other cultures. He writes a funny/sad riff on the agonies of early courtship, and reminds me of Javier Marias in a section about the potential for translators/interpreters to abuse their position of power.
And has this to say about the dilemmas of espionage: "But thorough mutual espionage is a blessing to both sides. How can we politick safely against each other unless we can be sure that our true strength and intentions are known ?.......The information that spies steal is always vitiated by the possibility that its sources are corrupt. .......Stolen secrets either confirm what their recipients already know, or they're not believed."
Bureaucrats everywhere: an officious desk clerk demands to see Manning's pass before allowing him into the department, despite having seen him every day for months:
"'Someone came looking for you last night', said the old woman, while she waited to find out who Manning was."
And a personal resonance: "Everything seemed enormous and out of scale, like one's fingers ballooning beneath one's touch in a fever." I had that hallucination in a feverish illness in childhood, but had never heard anyone else describe it. But it's mentioned in Andrei Bely's "Petersburg" too, and in the lyrics of "Comfortably Numb" by the rock band Pink Floyd. Nothing new under the sun !