New York: Coward-McCann, 1965. First American Edition. Octavo (22 cm.), 320 pp.
Full-black cloth with stamped gilt, winged insect on lower front board and like titles and like gilt insect on spine. Dust jacket with minor wear to top edges and mild creasing to lower corners. Short, closed tear to bottom left corner of rear panel, not affecting photograph of our very English author smoking a pipe. Black dust jacket still remarkably bright, colorful and attractive. Fine. Item #11
Around every corner, lurks a spy, awaiting or disobeying an order, perhaps just fighting a lonely personal battle. John le Carré's spies rarely wear tuxedos and they would much rather prefer to be home at night with a book. It is cold at night, alliances are brittle and most agents have become weary bureaucrats. And yet, Le Carré's desperate, unromantic spies are riveting characters, alive in both their pursuit and their flight. Le Carré's masterful writing and dead-on characterizations make him a modern classic author. But, would you expect less from a former MI6 agent?