Not Furst's best work, but readable
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The Spies of Warsaw is set in pre-war Poland. The main plot is focused on procuring German engineering schematics for tanks, and ultimately, getting an agent inside the German intelligence machine.
Others have elaborated on the plot, so I'm going to focus on why I think this is one of Furst's weaker efforts. First, the good: The prose, as always, is crisp and with an excellent attention to detail. Furst is a master of capturing the subtitles in both dialogue and details that put him far ahead most other 'genre' writers. His books are supremely readable, and Furst, off his game, is still head-and-shoulders above virtually all of his competition. If you like his other books, you will like this one as well. If you are new to Furst, start with his excellent Dark Star or Night Soldiers. They are more representative of what makes Furst a master of the historical espionage novel.
I've enjoyed all his novels, and I enjoyed this one as well, but like The Foreign Correspondent, the dramatic pacing has fallen off from his earlier work. The protagonist, Colonel Mercier, is interesting and sympathetic, a man working against the odds: French stubbornness, Polish ineptitude, and the relentless frustration of the Germans and their desire for revenge. However, I found him to have less depth than a typical Furst character, and I never really engaged or believed in his specific goals, including his love affairs, which seemed driven more by sexual tension than love. He always behaves with a pristine rationality and purpose that leaves little doubt of his ultimate success, but in the seedy world of the spy, and his romantic interest. There is little to no doubt that Colonel Mercier will achieve all his objectives with relative ease.
This is the most sexually charged of Furst's novels, with Colonel Mercier coming across as a possible sexual addict. He is not amoral, but on the verge of it, once almost willing to rekindle an incestuous relationship with his cousin that began when he was a boy. He totters on the edge of knocking on her door to resume where things left off at thirteen, now an adult, and most certainly knowing better. It's not the sexual content that offends, but the seeming lack of consideration that Colonel Mercier gives sexual matters. If this were a telling element of his character that had larger ramifications and was expanded in the novel, it would be quite itersting. Instead, the reader is left with the sense that Mercier is simply hedonistic, which flies in the face of his other traits: selflessness, intelligence, self awareness, and, strangely, self control.
The pacing in the development of the plot is problematic. Colonel Mercier first pursues a compromised German engineer to secure tank schematics. This branch of plot develops nicely, and I was expecting it to be the main thrust of the book. In a sense it is, but through a mechanistic transition to the pursuit of a key Nazi dissident and the exploitation of his contacts within German Intelligence. This plot line is at time tedious, with very little at stake. On of the unfortunate things about writing the historical novel, is that it is, in fact, historical. The reader knows that Poland will fall, and later France. The procurement of a mid-level German contact and ultimately Germany's war plans for the invasion of France is only so compelling knowing the ultimate outcome. Furst has deftly navigated this territory before, and succeeded because of his protagonist's personal stake in the main action of each book. In The Spies of Warsaw, Mercier's knowledge of the larger events unfolding around him is so detailed and cynical, that we cannot ever imagine that his actions and successes will change a thing. We know his small victories are for naught, as he himself one some level also realizes. If the book was a tragedy it would be acceptable. For a spy novel, intended to compel through tension, it is not.
