
A Delicate Truth
Reviews

I don’t like John Le Carré. I don’t like him because he writes so well, and because he gives you hope, and belief in morality as a sharpened sword, delivering redemption. I don’t like him because he’s written all he has, and spoiled me for ever with his sumptuous detailing of that shadowy, necessary, twilight world. And the corruption it brings, to men, women, and countries. There is, for me, no finer writer. All else is pale and wan…. To be a Le Carré lead character, to suffer, to doubt, to fight to overcome, must be a wonderful thing. “…Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” There is anger, here. But not the blunt force of engagement, rather the appeal of the searchlight, bringing illumination to the devious self-protectionism of Governments, and those who keep them there.




