Spies of the Balkans — Alan Furst

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Spies of the Balkans
Alan Furst
279 pages
published in 2010

Since 1988 Alan Furst has been writing a loosely connected series of thrillers set in Europe just before and during World War II, usually known as the Night Soldiers, after the first novel in the series; Spies of the Balkan is the eleventh. As you may imagine, these are not very jolly books. Even disregarding what we as readers know is waiting for them in World War II, the characters themselves are smart enough and knowledgeable enough to see the danger on the horizon, even if they don’t quite realise how bad it will become. Of course in 1940 Greece the danger is easy to spot. Hitler has already conquered Poland, Denmark, Norway, France and the Low Countries, while Mussolini is tooling around the Mediterranean, with Italian troops massing in Albania on the border with Greece.

In an important harbour town like Salonika, such times requires police officers sensitive to the political realities Greece has to face. Costas Zannis is one such police officer, tasked with dealing with all those …delicate… matters that crop up in a city that’s home to so many nationalities, in a country that has to tread careful to stay neutral and free. Though free is perhaps the wrong word to use under the Metaxas dictatorship. For an honest(ish) cop like Zannis, manoeuvring his way through the thickets of political considerations is tough. Yet his tact, honesty and understanding do make him eminently suitable for his job, as can be seen in the way he handles the problems a certain Jewish woman has crossing into Turkey.

This is the start of Zannis’ involvement with the pipeline the woman, wife of a powerful Wehrmacht officer, has set up to smuggle Jews out of Nazi Germany. Pragmatic as he is, he only does so after he gets the blessing of his superior in the Greek intelligence services in Salonika, who also helps provide him with the money needed. He also uses his contacts in the police forces of various countries the pipeline runs through, ironically the same telex equipment these countries bought under German pressure…

Meanwhile the political situation for Greece worsens, as the long awaited Italian invasion takes place, though it goes surprisingly badly for the invader. Zannis himself is drafted, as like most police officers, he’s also a reserve officer in the Greek army. This doesn’t last long however, as he’s invalided out of the army after he got wounded in an arial attack.

Through his involvement with the Jewish pipeline, Zannis also comes to the attention of the British intelligence services, though as it turns out they had had their eye on him for a long time already. Not surprising of course for a political police officer in a politically sensitive city. He’s “asked” to retrieve an English scientist from Paris, who had landed in occupied France when the bomber he was on was shot down. Things do not go entirely to plan and Zannis knows he’s now on the nazis hit list once they invade.

What I like about Furst’s writing is that his characters aren’t helpless in the face of the inevitability of World War II, despite being very much aware something bad is coming. What Zannis does isn’t futile. Even if he can’t stop the course of history, he can at least help some of its victims escape. For such a gloom merchant, Spies of the Balkans is a remarkably optimistic book.

Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks — Christopher Brookmyre

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Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks
Christopher Brookmyre
343 pages
published in 2007

Picture Richard Dawkins with all his disdain for religion and new agery intact but a better sense of umour and a career as a thriller writer rather than a scientist and you have Christopher Brookmyre. Especially in his Jack Parlabane series, of which Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks is the latest installment, religion and quackery are what motivates the villains with the hero being a rational atheist who makes sport from revealing the hypocrisy of religious authorities. At times this relentless hostility, no matter how well deserved does get a bit tedious even for me. If you’re at all religious, Brookmyre is probably not your cup of tea.

With Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks Brookmyre shifts his focus slightly, from organised religion to quackery: spiritualism to be precise. Yes, it’s Jack Parlabane versus those parasites on human misery, the douchebags who pretend to be able to contact the dead when all they have is a lack o shame and a talent for cold reading. Jack knows it’s all nonsense, the dead are dead and there’s no such thing as ghost but there’s one niggling little detail: Jack has become a ghost himself. He’s dead, fallen out of a four storey window and landed on his headm but he’s still here narrating. How is that’s possible? He doens’t know but he knows he doesn’t like it and certainly grudges having to admit that the Woo peddlers might just be right…

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Bad Monkeys — Matt Ruff

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Bad Monkeys
Matt Ruff
230 pages
published in 2007

When your local library’s automated lending system refuses to recognise a book you’re attempting to borrow when it’s clearly there in front of you, it’s enough to make you a little bit paranoid, but when that book is Bad Monkeys, an example of American Paranoia at its finest, with a Christopher Moore quote on the cover saying “Buy it, read it, memorise then destroy it. There are eyes everywhere.“, you become more than a bit paranoid. Little did I know then how appropriate that little incident was. Bad Monkeys is one of those books that makes you look twice at every CCTV camera on your daily commute, not to mention much more innocent examples of street furniture for signs of hidden cameras.

You might know Matt Ruff from Sewer, Gas & Electric, his brilliant and hilarious parody-slash-update-slash-mixup of the stoner paranoia classic Illuminantus! trilogy, not to mention that bible of teenage libertarianism, Atlas Shrugged. If that novel showed Ruff’s absurdistic, bombastic side, Bad Monkeys is toned down, sleek and effortlessly cool. It still taps into that vein of essential American paranoia that also drove Sewer, Gas & Electric, but this time it’s more refined, less consciously wacky.

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