Epitaph for a Spy, Eric Ambler (1938)

Epitaph for a Spy

Epitaph for a Spy, by Eric Ambler

I have been much taken with Eric Ambler since reading Journey into Fear a few weeks back. On the strength of that great read I have bought one after another of the other spy novels and they are all wonderful. They have a naive quality that matches the youthfulness of the genre at the time they were written. This may be because the protagonists are men who have fallen into danger by happenstance – they are not professional spies or, indeed, in any way qualified for what is about to befall them. In this novel, a stateless Hungarian language teacher is embroiled in espionage when his camera is accidentally swapped for that of a mysterious spy staying in the same hotel. Mr Vadassy is initially suspected by the French police after being denounced by the chemist who has developed his prints. Managing to convince them of his innocence depends entirely upon working for them to uncover the culprit among the various international guests. Unfortunately, Vadassy is no Poirot!

New Beginnings …

Momentarily gripped by recognition of my innate laziness when it comes to certain things, I have resolved (again) to address the problem. Whether this succeeds or not remains, of course, to be seen. Since I am such a lousy correspondent, blogging would seem to be the best hope of my ‘staying in touch’ with my various friends & family the World over and I really ought to be able to do better.

This particular bout of auto-ass-kicking was prompted by the enforced move of hosting facilities for which I am entirely grateful. This has made me consolidate my various domains and switch from using the  unnecessarily large Joomla installation to the altogether more manageable WordPress 3.0.