Back, and to the Left

‘Kennedy 35’ Charles Cumming

Charles Cumming has long, rightly, been regarded as one of the top two or three working in the espionage genre at the moment.

Emerging around the same sort of time as the impressive Jeremy Duns and Simon Conway, Cumming has managed the difficult task of longevity – Duns remains on hiatus and missed by readers, if not by charlatan sub-editors.

Cumming has also managed that still more difficult task: reinvention. He has produced several multi-volume series and moved on without alienating readers who allowing quality to diminish.

Oh and, for good measure, he’s also produced at least three of the best modern-era standalone novels of the genre in ‘Typhoon’, ‘Trinity Six’ and ‘The Man Between’, the latter a 21st century Eric Ambler – and all the better for that comparison.

And so here we have ‘Kennedy 35’, the latest in the Lachlan Kite series of stories.

These books, beginning with 2020s ‘Box 88’ are both simple in conception and classy in their execution.

By running a duel storyline, an historic case involving Lachlan as young man, juxtaposed with a modern day story and examining the repercussions across years, combined with the heavy lifting of personal details from youth woven through the text, Cumming has made his own narrative niche.

I don’t claim to have read all the reviews of the earlier pair of novels in the series, but I distinctly remember writing that “this was spy fiction as Proust.”

Now, even one’s own vanity does not run to consider this an especially significant observation, but it did mean that I snorted out loud with laughter in an early chapter when a character said, “Now if somebody puts a guava in front of me, or if I taste or smell the brine of tinned food, I throw up.’ In French he added: ‘It’s like an inversion of Proust’s fucking madeleines.”

And it is this slightly self aware tone which permeates the text. A French character name drops Camus and Kafka within a thin spread of pages and Kite acknowledges this and chuckles.

Likewise, Cumming keeps the reader rooted in period detail “London was Oasis and Blur. It was Friends and Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush.” A lovely turn of phrase, although one unlikely to resonate much outside the UK?

At one stage I had fretted that these novels would become a conceit. After all, how many life changing experiences can one character have which includes formative experiences and be naturally tied into contemporary life?

I’m delighted to report the answer is… at least three and it better be four!

Here, Kite is embroiled in a scenario related to the Rwandan genocide and brought to life by the reappearance of an old friend.

This actually ties into the one strand which concerns me on Cumming’s behalf. If I’d been asked previously, I’d have placed the character of Kite as a “small c conservative”. In this novel, the obvious contemporary overtones related to HMG’s Rwanda deportation scheme are striking as is a recognition of where the UK now stands internationally now we have “taken back control.”

Our villains “will launder and provide cover for whoever pays their 20 per cent fee. In this they are not ethical of course. Boko Haram. Allied Democratic Forces. Al-Shabaab. It doesn’t matter. They are interested solely in the accumulation of money and the power which goes with it… She parties with Tory donors and Conservative MPs here in London, attends the sort of events that make their way into the pages of Tatler and Daily Mail online. She has blood on her hands but she also has money. The people who want that money are entirely without moral scruple. They turn a blind eye.’

‘It’s a modern disease,’ Kite observed.”

Or take this exchange between Kite and a French intelligence officer. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful to your wonderful country, Lockie, but you know as well as I do that the UK has been enabling the likes… for years. Your lawyers prepare their tax returns, your PR firms polish their images and if any journalist wants to write about them, their editor knows that a seven-figure libel action is waiting just around the corner.’

‘It’s much worse than that,’ Kite replied with an air of amused fatalism. ‘Successive British governments have actively encouraged anyone with a large enough chequebook to get it out in London and start spending. Dirty money washes through the construction sector, the hospitality industry, car dealerships, football clubs, you name it. Without it, the British economy would probably go into freefall.’”

Why would I say this worries me when a) these are opinions of fictional characters and b) objectively verifiable facts? Mainly because the world appears to have run mad and authors don’t seem to be free to express obvious truths without people weaponising them for their own ends.

I’m hoping that ‘Kennedy 35’s inclusion on The Times Autumn books to read means, perhaps, CC has slipped under the culture wars radar. I do hope so.

This is neither a Vince Flynn bombastic bullets ahoy nor a Le Carre-esque disaffection with the state of espionage in the modern world. This is, quite simply, a novel by a top class performer, performing at the head of the pack.

I was concerned that it actually marked the end of the series, so confident, so accomplished and so self-assured it appeared.

But, it is fair to say, with an ending which leaves well loved characters physically and emotionally up in the air, ‘Kennedy 35’ is a triumph of a novel about which I can only say: read it. You will not be sorry.

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Author Bio:

Charles Cumming

Charles Cumming was born in Scotland in 1971. He was educated at Eton and graduated from the University of Edinburgh in 1994 with First Class Honours in English Literature. The Observer has described him as “the best of the new generation of British spy writers who are taking over where John le Carré and Len Deighton left off”. In the summer of 1995, Charles was approached for recruitment by the Secret Intelligence Service (SIS). A year later he moved to Montreal where he began working on a novel based on his experiences with MI6. A Spy By Nature was published in the UK in 2001. (Biography courtesy of Harper Collins)

Sympathy for the Devil

‘The Last Devil to Die’ by Richard Osman

It is a small observation but, in preparation for this review, I revisited my piece on the second book in Richard Osman’s Thursday Murder Club series, ‘The Man Who Died Twice’. This did two things: it reminded me that I had not written a review of the third book in the series, ‘The Bullet that Missed’ and it made my feelings about this latest one, even stronger.

In that 2021 review I wrote: “I listened to both the original and the sequel in audiobook form read by Lesley Manville. I listened on long car rides alongside a mother who has dementia and doesn’t take that much pleasure in long form stories these days. Both Manville’s performance and Osman’s writing delighted her, amused her and kept her entertained and, for that, they were cheap at twice the price and I shall be ever grateful to them for their work.”

This little personal revelation is not especially insightful or interesting but it links to the lack of a review of the third novel in two ways.

Firstly, Manville had been replaced by Fiona Shaw as narrator in a move I’m yet to find anyone to approve of, and secondly, my Mum’s health deteriorated so far, so fast, that by 2022, listening like that was no longer an option at all.

That makes me sad. It may also account for why I reacted so strongly to ‘The Last Devil to Die’.

This third outing for our aging sleuths is a quieter novel. And, a sadder and more moving one for it.

If anything, Osman has truly established himself the Amanuensis of the Home Counties middle classes. The world of KitKats, slow traffic on the A26 and parking problems in Petworth – will be familiar to those of us raised in the area. Eat your heart out more “serious” novelist. Don’t tell me that bloke off ‘Pointless’ doesn’t do social realism!

I would say this novel is significantly better than the last, which was a much lower key book for me.

This latest caper has got lovely growth for the characters (especially Joyce and Ibrahim – surely the most crowd pleasing of characters to reward) and is both touching and much sadder than some of the previous ones.

Caveat: Steven’s dementia is a major factor in this tale and Osman has done a great job rendering the experience of dementia. It’s very well done but it made me cry. I suspect I’m not very objective on the topic.

As narrator, Shaw was a lot less jarring this time around- although in the interview which follows between her and Osman they reference the loss of Lesley Manville and what a big set of shoes it was to step into (although fail to explain why, grr).

However, she does quite literally the WORST scouse accent I’ve ever heard by a professional actor.

In conclusion, the gang remain in safe hands and it feels like Osman has grown as a writer taking his audience to darker, more moving places even while retaining his beloved milleau.

I look forward to next year’s outing…

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Author Bio:

Richard Osman is an author, producer and television presenter. His first three novels, The Thursday Murder Club, The Man Who Died Twice and The Bullet That Missed were multi-million-copy record-breaking bestsellers around the world. The Last Devil to Die is his fourth book. He lives in London with his wife, Ingrid, and their cat Liesl. (Biography courtesy of https://www.penguin.co.uk/authors/141792/richard-osman?tab=penguin-biography)

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