Spaniard Jaime/Jacobo/Jack/Jacques Deza (" interpreter of people, translator of lives") works for Bertram Putra's secretive and unnamed agency in London in a building with no name. He is a person with a mind in continuous overdrive. Part 1 of the trilogy ended with a cliff hanger, with Deza being followed at night walking home. Part 2 provides a partial answer: the follower's identity is disclosed, also the request made to Deza, and Deza's compliance. But not why he does so.
This book is a superb study about the concept of fear and how to instil it, with real time and historical examples, such as horrific events during the Spanish civil war and the terror inflicted by the criminal, sword-wielding Kray twins in London in the 1960s. It gathers weight and speed in the second half, when Deza accompanies his boss to a nightclub for an important meeting during which Deza has to keep the wife of Tupra's contact happy, pleased with herself. What happens next is truly superior descriptive writing about fear and its application and provides the reader with two cliff hangers: Tupra decides Deza is still too naive for his own good, has his priorities wrong and drives him to his home. Before that, Tupra asked/ordered Deza to accompany him on a foreign mission. In Part Three, Deza is going to be shown the facts of life, one way or the other.
Part 1 and 2 provide a backdrop for a dramatic and resounding finale in Part 3. Will Deza be welcomed back by his wife in Madrid? Will the mystery about the bloodstain on spy master Wheeler's staircase be solved conclusively? Etc., etc.
On the rebound from Part 1, I reread a few early novels by John Le Carre, the best writer on espionage. They hark back to the early 1960s. They proved to be timeless and fantastic entertainment. Marias' spy trilogy has been subordinated to lots of other ideas and memories and concerns and ambitions. He is longwinded and not as accessible as Le Carre, many of whose books require, after all, careful reading . There are occasional nasty asides in Part 2: I share his distaste of Berlusconi, but why should women wearing berets deserve to be shot? Spanish readers may see more ultra-swift, one sentence- long character murders in this volume.
The plots thickens, the tension mounts. Volume 3, after all, equals the two introductory books in size and weight.