A chilling, tense and deeply poignant Cold War spy thriller!
I haven’t read a Cold War espionage novel in a quite a while, preferring to focus more on military thrillers where the action is present day based, politically-twisted and the threat is crazy jihadists or smugglers, however when I read the intro for a Question of Time it immediately grabbed my attention. Offering an intoxicating blend of espionage, political treachery and outstanding military action, it immediately catapulted me back in time to 1979, when the Berlin Wall was still intact, and fear itself was a tangible, sentient entity that infested the lives of those in East Germany.
The author Mr Stejskal has an eye for absolute detail, and this book comes alive because of that. As a reader, you experience everything as if you were in the moment. The factual descriptions are so exact, and the story-telling so intricate and absorbing, you become instantly alert to changes in tempo within a scene, and you find yourself sensing, observing and interpreting, as if you were part of the team going on a mission. Unlike other military espionage thrillers books, which although super exciting, convey their main protagonists as being able to conduct feats that seem to go beyond human strength, Mr Stejskal’s heroes are grounded, strong and believable, and thus, are immediately accessible to the reader.
The story opens on a group of men accessing with supposed stealth, an apartment block to locate a person of interest. Just the initial interplay between Bruno Grossman and other inhabitants of the dour apartment block projects instant intimidation and underlines from the outset of the book - if there were ever any doubt in the reader’s mind - of the brutal power State Security, the Stasi, wielded over all East German people. Once the Stasi find the man, who had been acting as a ‘sub-agent or cut out’ for communications between their real target, the ‘traitor to the cause’ and a Western intelligence officer, he takes the option of being shot to death over capture and torture at the dreaded Bautzen prison. Such a decision, sets the tone for the book and without the need for explicit or graphic details, infers what destiny could await our brave heroes should their missions not have the positive results anticipated.
The main part of the story is an extraction operation of an high ranking Stasi officer and super spy for the West- Major General Max Fischer. For many years, via his team of cutouts, Fischer has supplied the CIA with key intelligence on foreign penetration operations run by the Stasi. In a twist of fate and bitter irony, Fischer’s activities are flagged up by a Russian penetration agent operating in West German intelligence agency BND. Although Fischer’s name does not come up singularly - there are other names warranting further investigation - just the fact that the type of intelligence transferred denotes only a small number of top Stasi officers could have had the requisite level of access to such material, and as a result, puts Fischer automatically at the top of the pile. Erich Mielke (Minister of State Security) authorizes surveillance on him, to gain the much needed evidence to arrest him. Once Fischer realizes surveillants are on his tail, he knows it’s just a ‘Question of Time’ as to when he will be caught.
There are many characters in the book, but all feel like they are real people; not caricatures or impressions of people from the author’s mind. It’s as if they’ve been ripped from intelligence reports so referenced throughout the book.
The main character, Master Sergeant Kimball ‘Kim’ Becker is an intriguing person, and personally, a character I warmed to immediately. He’s Spec Ops through and through, but he’s more than just a muscle-man action figure, following orders blindly. Becker is a man of principle, a natural leader who understands a mission is not about personal glory or gaining medals, but it’s about doing what’s right and bringing every one of his team home safe. His undeniable, quiet strength resonates throughout each page. He’s a deep thinker; a strategist playing several moves ahead, and although he has an immutable emotional resilience, there are slithers of cracks that show his inner vulnerability. For example, when Rohan, the girlfriend of Paul Stavros questions him whilst on an op together about whether he’s married, and whether his special operations life makes it hard to hold down a relationship, the reader sees he gently recalls a time, far away, long ago, in Monterey… Becker keeps everything compartmented, like a mission brief, but deep down within him, he harbors a pain so strong, even he is scared of it being released.
It’s clear that Specialist Sarah Rohan is a woman who is laden with a past filled with secrets and terrible agony of her escape from Czechoslovakia at the impressionable age of ten. The horrors she witnessed indelibly printed upon her young mind, but although haunted by her past, Rohan has not defined herself nor her future by it. Instead, she has used the experiences to engender resilience, compassion and courage. She’s a great character and I hope Mr Stejskal will bring her back in his next books. She has much story-mileage in her.
There is a deft way in which Mr Stejskal handles all the key characters backstories, weaving them seamlessly into trigger moments, making a reader surprised this is a debut novel. From Becker’s past missions where, despite all precautions and the best tradecraft and soldiering skills employed, lives were still lost, to that of General Grossman ‘head of counterintelligence in the Stasi’ known as ‘S’ and insights into his past, rounding up traitors, interrogating and killing them. Both time-drop windows into their lives demonstrate their true natures. A man who puts the lives of others ahead of his own, against a man who takes the lives of others to better his own.
The ‘snatch’ target Fischer is complex and cerebral. The superb crafting of his character makes it clear he once supported the ‘cause’, but as he rose further in the ranks, his commitment and belief began to waver. Fuelled by witnessing the blatant imbalance of an ideology claiming to spread the wealth and opportunity to all the people, when in fact that opportunity and chances of wealth were afforded to very few who held the power, Fischer flipped sides to spy for the West. Displays of wealth and dominance are never more pertinent than in the little descriptive nuances the author reflects in his prose. The poorly attired inhabitants of the bleak, falling apart tenements versus the Stasi’s Grossman - ‘a prosperous-looking man, portly in a long heavy woollen overcoat’. And yet the antagonists, the Stasi in the book scoff about ‘bourgeois freedoms’, but still seem to enjoy fine food, luxurious residences in areas away from the ‘people’ and vacationing in their countryside dachas. This is cruel hypocrisy writ large.
Marcus Wolf is another character who demands attention. He’s a Stasi officer, Head of Foreign Intelligence and Fischer’s boss. He’s a gentleman and a grand spymaster. He suffers Grossman whom he does not care for, and tolerates Minister Mielke, but it’s made apparent he sees his own work as the most critical to the success of East Germany. Like the master manipulator he portrayed in the book, Wolf didn’t come over as a brutally callous thug, like Grossman did. He had a debonair presence, aloof from Grossman and his dark activities. A consummate strategist and chess player, and someone for whom intelligence was as much about what was never said, as what was. A man who read constantly into everything and everyone, but who made decisions based on instinct. Wolf, for this reader, is a character with a wealth of backstory to be explored, and a mind to be plundered. I would certainly read a story with him as the main character!
As the plot plays out, with the key protagonists folding into the extraction mission, further tension is racked up by Grossman’s investigations, and his focus narrowing ever more on to his suspects, Fischer included. The last few chapters pelt at a rapid pace towards the finish line that is utterly atmospheric, tense and thrilling. If you want to be thrown back to time of Cold War spies, gray rain-slicked covert meetings in side alleys and hacking into telephone calls really meant having an induction loop antennae and transmitter hooked to physical cable, then you’ll find no better book to
take you there, and I recommend Question of Time unreservedly