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16 December 2020

From the NS Archive: The secrets of John le Carré

5 February 1999: John le Carré: A literary barbarian? Or a writer to whom future generations will turn for insights into our times?

By Jason Cowley

In 1999, Jason Cowley, now the editor of the New Statesman, wrote this profile of John le Carré. The espionage novelist, he said, was a figure of fascination in the literary world, not least because he polarised the debate between the “literary” and the “genre” novel. But, thought Cowley, his importance extended far beyond that; the secretive writer, who purposely withdrew from the metropolitan book world and the publicity duties that were part of being an author, was a sort of seer. His understanding of the Cold War and the ways it manifested the mentalities of the combatants was more than the stuff of fiction; it was a reflection of the great issue of the time. It also reflected Britain as it was, not as how it wanted to be: le Carré, Cowley said, possessed an “intricate understanding of the clotted, frozen heart of an English ruling class that once sought to rule the world but ended up unable to preserve the unity of even the British Union itself”.


How serious is John le Carré? There is a feeling among his admirers that he is very serious indeed, not just an accomplished genre writer, but more than that: the natural heir of Joseph Conrad and Graham Greene, a writer whose superb worldliness and commanding interest in the great movements of contemporary history have resulted in a postwar body of work of unrivalled political complexity. But le Carré himself, you suspect, has long felt undervalued by what he sweetly calls the “literary bureaucracy” – by which he means the coteries of critics, career novelists, agents and publishers who gather at the same London parties and events to gossip and scheme. Who’s in? they ask, who’s out? “If you move in these circles,” le Carré once said, “you trip over connections at every point. . . I don’t know the people who review me, I don’t go to their parties – I never will. I have the most profound contempt for the system – a total alienation from it.”

David Cornwell (le Carré was a pseudonym to preserve his diplomatic cover), now 67 years old, removed himself early in his career from this closed, airless world, when the international success of his third (and wondrously plotted) novel, The Spy Who Came in From the Cold (1963), offered him a route out from the British “intelligence” service into which he had stumbled as a student linguist. Since then, he has lived for most of the time in Cornwall, while keeping a house in Hampstead, a self-styled outsider largely spurning the tawdry ephemera of literary celebrity – the interviews, festivals, television appearances and newspaper columns. And perhaps he was right to do so, since self-contentment and metropolitan networking are seldom compatible with radical creativity; most of the innovative writers of the century – Celine, Beckett, Conrad, Kafka, VS Naipaul – are voices from the margins, operating beyond the boundaries of bourgeois society.

Yet, in many ways, Le Carré, as a former diplomat and servant of MIS and MI6, has been at the centre of conventional society; and indeed he can be a conventional writer, enclosing himself in the prison of genre, no matter how much he attempts to stretch and bend the bars that constrain him. His new novel, Single & Single, about the intrigues of the bandit capitalists of the new Russia, displays his obvious weaknesses: the flat, inexact dialogue, the unhappy flirtation with cliché (people drift down “memory lane”), the perfunctory description, the febrile, over-elaborate plotting, the inevitable certainty of closure.

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[see also: The lying life of John le Carré]

Still, there is something mysterious and unaccountable in his ironic, low-tined style that makes his best books – From the Cold, A Perfect Spy (1986), Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (1977) – hard to forget (his novels written since 1989 are no more than accomplished footnotes to his espionage fiction). It is something to do, I think, with his acute understanding of, and engagement with, the contemporary world in which he grew up. From the beginning, he had an urgent subject – the Cold War – and a compelling preoccupation – secret. As a novelist, he is addicted to secrecy, as Conrad was, secrecy as a way of life and as an extended metaphor through which to understand human motivation (public and personal betrayal are inextricably bound up in his novels, as the cuckold George Smiley realises when he contemplates his marriage).

Le Carré understands that there is no one lonelier than the double agent: addicted to duplicity and loyal only to himself, he lives in a condition of acute watchfulness. His fiction, with its suspensions, narrative absences and aporias, leaves much unsaid. Even when his novels reach their inevitable resolution, as the genre demands, there is nevertheless a powerful sense of incompleteness, of uncertainty and baffled wonder, as though the spooks themselves are unable to comprehend the events that have just passed, or indeed what they are working for or against. So always in le Carré, demystification leads to a greater mystification. Beyond the apparent worst there is a worse suffering.

If le Carré is to be believed, he did not have to search long to find his subject; the secret condition, as he points out, “was imposed on me by birth, under the influence of that monstrous father. Then that brief passage through the secret world sort of institutionalised it.” That monstrous father is Ronnie Cornwell, an inveterate con-man and recidivist who spent several terms in prison and about whom le Carré wrote so memorably in A Perfect Spy – described by Philip Roth as the most accomplished British novel since the war. Such a claim is not as absurd as it might sound. A Perfect Spy functions on many levels: as a thriller, as a complex family history, as a study in memory, as an exercise in multiple narratives and time shifts; and as a metaphysical quest narrative, where the actual search for a missing spy, Magnus Pym, is mimicked on a more local level by Pym’s own internal search for the deceitful father whom he hates but never really knew. In every way, it is exceptional.

There is something appealingly complex in le Carré’s willed withdrawal from fashionable society, in his fondness for casting himself in the role of elevated outsider, in his attempt to embrace shipwreck as an ontological condition. To meet le Carré is to meet, on first impression, a lifelong member of the professional middle-upper classes, a tall, handsome, smooth-talking member of the Oxbridge elite. It is a false impression. “I just think that it’s a part I put on,” he has said. “It never occurs to me that people could imagine I was well born, or that I was secure in the company of the British establishment, because it really isn’t so. I mean, I’ve shafted it for as long as I’ve been writing.”

So there you have it: le Carré as the loner attracted to labyrinthine institutions and secret conclaves yet paradoxically working at the same time to subvert them; the former Eton schoolmaster and MI6 officer who purports to loathe the social prejudices and class structures of English life; the multi-millionaire, hawkish Cold War propagandist who claims to be a man of the left and to despise the “ever-growing gap between the very rich and very poor” in Britain. All these careful contradictions, along with his chaotic, itinerant childhood (Ronnie was always defaulting on his son’s school fees) have made le Carré the most gossiped-about writer in England. As a result, he has withdrawn even further.

[see also: William Boyd: Why John le Carré is more than a spy novelist]

“I don’t think David is secretive in a bad way,” says his former agent George Greenfield, through whom le Carré met his second wife, Jane. “I agree he is very elusive and doesn’t like to give anything away, particularly to interviewers; but there’s more of him in A Perfect Spy than in any other of his books. It’s all there.”

Yet, like the spook he once was, he occasionally breaks cover to thwart unwanted interest into his private affairs. This happened when the writer and journalist Graham Lord’s confidential synopsis of his proposed biography of le Carré, which had been circulated to publishers, was leaked. “I was served with a writ for libel by David,” Lord tells me. “It was a very uncomfortable experience to be pursued by a very rich man for libel, especially as at the time I was suing the Express for constructive dismissal and my ex-wife was demanding more alimony. I had too many lawyers after me. I concede that there was material in the synopsis that was defamatory and would have needed a great deal of checking; but it wasn’t meant for publication.” As part of the eventual settlement, Lord agreed not to write his unauthorised biography (Robert Harris is thought to be working on the authorised one).

Le Carré, too, enjoys tossing grenades of dismay – usually in the form of letters to newspapers – at Salman Rushdie, Tina Brown or any other metropolitan sophisticate for whom he has long nurtured a kind of wounded contempt. His feud with Rushdie stretches back to the late 1980s, when Rushdie wrote a sneering review of The Russia House, le Carré’s novel about the early years of perestroika. “John le Carré,” he wrote, “wants his work to transcend the genre and be treated as Serious Literature. . . [But] much of the trouble is, I’m afraid, literary. There is something unavoidably stick-like about le Carré’s attempts at characterisation.”

Le Carré was later accused of being “unfeeling for Salman’s position” following the Ayatollah Khomeini’s fatwa against the author of The Satanic Verses. What he had said was that someone of Rushdie’s background “made light of the Book at your peril. . . A peculiar justification used by Rushdie’s most vociferous defenders is that his novel has great literary merit – some insist it is a masterpiece. . . Are we to believe that those who write literature have a greater right to free speech than those who write pulp?” Most recently, in an exchange of letters in the Guardian last year, Rushdie called le Carré “an illiterate pompous ass”; and le Carré in turn ridiculed Rushdie as “a self-canonising, arrogant colonialist”.

What is interesting about the feud is not only what it reveals about le Carré ’s motivation and sense of self-worth, but also how vividly it dramatises the disjunction in English fiction between the literary and popular novel, a disjunction originating in the mould breaking modernism of Joyce, Eliot and Pound, and in their contempt for generic repetition and established forms. But le Carré is not the literary barbarian that Rushdie and his supporters would have it. In The Secret Pilgrim (1990), his requiem for the Cold War, an aged George Smiley warns, while addressing an audience of young recruits, that Russia can never be trusted. “For one reason, the Bear doesn’t trust himself. The Bear is threatened and the Bear is frightened and is falling apart. . . The Bear is broke, lazy, volatile, incompetent, slippery, dangerously armed. . .”

Conrad famously said that he wrote Under Western Eyes (1911), his great novel of espionage and betrayal set in pre-revolutionary Russia, “to render not so much the political style as the psychology of Russia itself”. In this he was enormously successful: Conrad’s Russia, a huge snow-covered terrain which he depicts as a “monstrous blank page awaiting the record of an inconceivable history”, is a country on the edge of complete moral collapse. Le Carré, while sharing none of Conrad’s verbal virtuosity, has provided, too, a valuable psychological record of Russia’s inconceivable history. That is his considerable, fittingly contemporary achievement; and that is why I suspect, too, his work will enjoy a long, radiant afterlife as future generations turn to him for an insight into the texture of his times, into the looking-glass world of the Cold War and for an intricate understanding of the clotted, frozen heart of an English ruling class that once sought to rule the world but ended up unable to preserve the unity of even the British Union itself.

Read more from the NS archive here and sign up to the weekly “From the archive” newsletter here. A selection of pieces spanning the New Statesman’s history has recently been published as Statesmanship” (Weidenfeld & Nicolson)

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