Book of a lifetime: A Perfect Spy by John le Carré

From The Independent archive: Clare Morrall finds in the shadows an alternative world – a thread of darkness that runs parallel to normal existence, which illuminates the treachery of the human heart

John le Carré in 1965, two decades before the publication of what was largely his autobiographical novel ‘A Perfect Spy’ (Getty)

When writing my novel, The Man Who Disappeared, I spent time thinking about the concept of identity; the idea that people can fool not just their close associates but even themselves, and literally become the person they believe they are. It became increasingly clear to me that nobody ever really knows another person. And my mind kept returning to John le Carré’s A Perfect Spy, where the world of spies and double-spies becomes a metaphor for the treachery of the human heart, where identity can become lost and confused in a web of hidden corridors.

I first read A Perfect Spy about 20 years ago and to read it again was a real treat. Le Carré’s world leaps out of the pages: the games played in the shadows, where people really are tortured and die; the deals, the double-crosses; the terminology that doesn’t need explaining because he credits the reader with intelligence. It’s an alternative world, a thread of darkness that runs parallel to normal existence. Within this world there are complex emotions, emerging so painfully that they take your breath away.

Magnus Pym is holed up in a boarding house in Devon, knowing his time is limited, writing the story of his life for his son. Rick, his father, a man with enormous presence and energy but no moral integrity, features prominently. Magnus’s childhood alternates between paradise – a life of luxury accompanied by “the Lovelies” and Syd Lemon, Rick’s cockney first lieutenant – and darkness, when the lights go out in the vast nursery, the cook disappears and two police cars park in the drive. After a period of austerity, his dad returns and it starts all over again.