The setup's familiar: hard men, a bar, partners who keep secrets from each other, moral ambiguity, double- and triple-crosses, fedoras, cigarette smoke, shadows. Only this time around, we're not in prewar San Francisco or postwar L.A.; we're in Germany, the concrete's still setting on the Wall, and the hard men are spooks, not shamuses and gunsels.
If Raymond Chandler wrote spy novels, they'd have been like The Cold War Swap.
Our narrator is Mac McCorckle, an American ex-soldier who never left Europe after WWII. He runs Mac's Place, an American bar in Bonn, which serves the same purpose as Rick's Café Américain in Casablanca: a watering hole for journalists, cops, fixers, men on the make, and people they all feed on. His business partner, Michael Padilla, used to work for Oh So Secret (the ironic name for the OSS) and now freelances for the stew of three-letter agencies at play on the Cold War chessboard of Central Europe. Padilla goes off on one of his "business trips," gets in a jam, and calls on McCorckle for help. Needless to say, things become murky, players are either more or less than they at first seem, and bodies start piling up inconveniently.
Author Thomas worked in PR, was a correspondent for the Armed Forces Network, and was a political strategist in the U.S., Bonn and Nigeria in the '50s and early '60s. In other words, he lived some amount of this story. You can see it in his descriptions of Bonn and Berlin, the atmospheres of the clubs and restaurants and back alleys, the clothes and cars and free-floating paranoia. This was his first novel, which he supposedly banged out in six weeks in 1966 and won an Edgar for his trouble.
When you get right down to it, there's nothing especially new here. Thomas checks off not only all the noir tropes, but also all the Cold War ones: the world-weary protagonist, the variably honest cops, subterranean official maneuvering, a legion of supporting players of negotiable virtue, false identities, the prisoner swap, and the inevitable escape past the Wall. The only thing missing is the dame, either victim or villain. Women play only a peripheral role in this story; the manly men do all the heavy lifting.
What sets this book apart from the welter of other Cold War novels with the same story is the Chandleresque prose: spare, wised up, wisecracking, deft with the telling detail, vivid characterization, or wry turn of phrase. This is a world shot at night in black and white (or, more to the point, shades of gray), with the protagonist's voice-over narration serving up the ennui and foreshadowing as he walks alone under mist-haloed streetlights. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold was only three years old when The Cold War Swap came out, and although they share several of the same plot points, they're very different reads.
That said, this book probably seemed fresher when it launched than it does now. For one thing, the plot's been done and re-done endlessly since 1966; what must have been new and exciting back then has become hackneyed now. Because of this, the reversals and reveals don't have the same impact they once did because we see them coming. Mac's an alcoholic -- a maintenance drinker, a creature I have first-hand experience with -- yet it doesn't seem to slow him down, and no one comments on the fact that he's never entirely sober during the story. Everyone else drinks like fish and smokes like chimneys. I know it was that way back then, but Thomas mentions it constantly, like a tic he couldn't control. That the book lost only one star from its rating is all down to the prose, which reads like the wind and will play in your mind like an old Warner's thriller.
Thomas wrote 25 novels under two names between 1966 and his death in 1995. Up until fairly recently, most were out of print. There are three more McCorckle adventures should you want to hang out with him some more.
The Cold War Swap is a spy noir thriller that fifty years on is still an entertaining read even though nothing in it will surprise you. Consider it an exercise in reading Turner Classic Movies. If that sounds like your shot of whiskey, then cast your favorite 1950s-60s actors in the roles, push your way through the night and fog and cigarette smoke and alcohol fumes, and enjoy watching the shady people do bad things to each other as they play the great game.