This is a very workmanlike account of the first four decades of the Secret Intelligence Service’s (or MI6) life. By virtue of it being an authorized account, which isn’t synonymous with biased nor most truthful, the author had open access to MI6’s vaults. Unfortunately, for the first 20 to 30 years of its existence, MI6 did not value its records as historical artifacts, so at times the author had to put together the facts from those cables, memos, manuals, and accounts that do survive. In this he is successful. While not a read that blows you away, you are left impressed with this organization, its leadership, its productivity, its ability to adapt, and its ability to survive.
From 1909, when MI6 was essentially a one-man shop tasked with coordinating the foreign intelligence responsibilities of the British army and navy, to 1949, when it was a globe-spanning, highly professional, civilian-led and focused and internally respected institution tasked with finding out that which diplomats could not, it underwent immense change. Never formally acknowledged during this period, its repeated reorganizations, bureaucratic fights, oversight challenges, and immense operational tasks all took place behind closed doors, in the shadows, or in confidential votes of Parliament. In a political system where everyday politicians at times have the ability to reach very far down the government’s organizational chart, it was for decades largely separated from politics. The three tireless, effective “C’s” of MI6 during this period operated most often with senior uniformed officers or high-ranking career diplomats and civil servants, and only when necessary with MPs. Its ability to survive the Whitehall battles largely rests in the ability of its most senior leaders to convince the real power brokers of its importance and singular capabilities. They more than anyone realized that for MI6 to survive it had to be valuable to its consumers and discreet to the requirements of the larger government.
Overseas, the author’s account largely rests on the clandestine activities of the case officers and the agents they managed. Much of the narrative obviously involves their activities during the two world wars, but it is not limited to that. Indeed, the challenges of operating during peacetime were immense, but usually for different reasons. During wartime, however, I was struck by how many descriptions of an agent’s work ended in, “but three months later he was caught by the Gestapo” or “he dropped off the map.” This reiterates one thing: spycraft is an arduous task, and for those at the very end of it, it is extremely dangerous. An effective network can vanish in a single moment, and require immense energy to reconstitute.
Overall, while repetitive, this account goes a long way in filling in knowledge gaps about British intelligence and reinforces that some issues of intelligence gathering are timeless, even as the techniques and governments change.