W.O.O.C (P) is a discreetly-located spying agency of the British Ministry of Defence, headed by a Mr. Dawlish. In Spy Story he is the owner of a pre-WW II car, in this book also an expert on garden weeds. Its premises in Charlotte Street encompass floor after floor of ostensibly unattractive or failing businesses, behind whose doors the agency works, with the Dispatch Section always booming with brass band music. Dawlish is the only staff member with an office with two windows.
A nameless but likable spy tells his story in the I form. He is sent on his way to Scandinavia by Dawlish to find out more about alleged rumours and conspiracies that could be detrimental to the UK, the US, the Soviet Union, even world peace. Dawlish's brief: "Find out more. If possible, infiltrate!" His tour includes, initially, Helsinki, Leningrad, Riga, New York and San Antonio, Texas. There he is introduced to the billion dollar brain, a series of high-capacity mainframe computers, which are purported to have been programmed to prevent human error in intelligence gathering and -operations. It is owned not by the US government, but by a right-wing organisation headed by a naturalised, formerly Latvian general. If the planned operation targeting Latvia is successful, rows and rows of primed and linked mainframes will take on the rest of the Soviet Union...
The(not very plausible) plot is nevertheless amusing and so are the characters and dialogues. KGB Colonel Stok captures the British agent on home soil and sends him home because he needs to know more, by following the British spook's next moves. But not before expressing his admiration for the British WW II war effort and reciting at length from his favourite writer in English, the 18th-century Scottish poet Robert Burns. The enigmatic, extravert Finnish girl Signe, her lover Harvey and the spy himself are interesting characters too. Descriptions of the different venues are also authentic.
Len Deighton is also a renowned war historian. The terrible facts included in BDB about Latvian collaboration with Germany during WW II and its eagerness to play the role of executioner on the Nazi's behalf is most probably based on pure fact. Latvians, among other nationals, should read and enjoy this book and provide comment.