Though this page slumbered for a
year or so while I worked on my upcoming novel, Butchertown, other habits continued.
My annual reading of Eric Ambler, pioneer
of the modern thriller, continued with Passage
of Arms (1960), one of his most complex and convoluted books from his
post-WWII period, a more fruitful time than his reputation suggests.
Passage of Arms
is the second of Ambler’s novels set in Southeast Asia (after The Nightcomers, aka State of Siege). It weaves together four
plotlines: a naïve American businessmen (and his wife) who, out of impulsive
juvenile enthusiasm, involves himself in money laundering for gun smugglers;
the smugglers themselves and the guerilla groups they supply; the military and
intelligence officials, both British and Asian, pursuing the guerillas.
Finally, and most pleasingly, there
is Girija, a young Bengali who, unaware of his supporting role in the treacherous
drama unfolding around him, dreams only of running his own bus company.
Passage of Arms
ticks pleasurably and cleverly away and is more action-packed than other Ambler
novels. It’s strewn with his trademark observations about politics in the
modern world, ideas that still apply. Along with it is Ambler’s genial sympathy
for the innocents caught in the nefarious schemes of the powerful, the
criminal, and the desperate. Though things turn out reasonably well–and only
reasonably--anxiety and unease remain with us always.
Passage of Arms
may best represent the polar opposite of Ambler’s beginnings as a
fire-breathing, idealistic young Socialist in the 1930s. Happy to say though, once
the face of Communism and Stalin were revealed he resisted racing off to the
extreme right, become one of those
apostates, a convert to yet another crude, tyrannical idiot-ology in a bloody
quest for perfection.
Rather, Ambler seems to have
become a sensible bloke with his decency remaining intact. In these later
novels, all ideology is suspect. To paraphrase one critic, Ambler acts as a
guide through our fearful, uncertain era. These novels are tales of human
blundering and irresponsibility. stories of people as they are, immutably
strange, both their motives and the consequences of their twisting schemes beyond
perfect understanding.
It’s said that a good book is one
that can be read twice. And so it happened I recently reread Ambler’s next
novel, his Edgar-award winning The Light
of Day (1962), which I first read several years ago, shortly after seeing
its celebrated—and mostly faithful--adaptation, the 1964 heist film Topkapi, directed by Jules Dassin. The
film is a rare example of an adaptation that remains true to the spirit of its
source while standing well on its own.
The Light of Day
was definitely worth a second read. It’s a rare and welcome foray into the
comic novel. Here, Ambler turns away from the Innocent at Large to tell the
story of one Arthur Abdel Simpson. Arthur Simpson is a perfect louse: a misanthropic
scam artist, thief, pornographer, and cunning weasely coward: half Egyptian,
half-British, adding up to little. With his invalid passport, he’s a nowhere
man, even among the efficient, hard-nosed den of thieves who blackmail him into
joining a heist.
Simpson is a “rogue hero”, a shabby
half-cousin to Patricia Highsmith’s Ripley, George MacDonald Fraser’s Flashman
and Richard Stark’s Parker—half-cousin because he’s nowhere near as sharp or
ruthless as they are. (He’s more like a brother to Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman
from the Breaking Bad universe.) His
sins drape over his rounded shoulders like a damp woolen blanket.
Actor Peter Ustinov played Simpson
perfectly in his Oscar-winning performance in Topkapi and maybe has the best take on him:
“The character is so absurd. I love the idea
of a man who aims low and misses. Simpson is the kind of man who wears blazers
a little too consistently, the kind with military presumptions, who has to
belong to a cricket club. He's a man who hovers between the more reprehensible
columns of The News of the World and oblivion."
Simpson is the lowlife friend your
mother hated, the hero every writer’s group in the world demands you cut from
your novel (or else rewrite as a puppy-snuggling vegan Progressive). He’s
“unsympathetic”; an affront to the delicate sensibilities of conservatives and
liberals alike.
And I, of course, absolutely loved
him.
The Light of Day is
one of Ambler’s best from his later years. It’s edgier and darker than the
brightly colored film, but genuinely witty and suspenseful as it twists, turns
and reverses course through the twisting alleys of mid-twentieth century
Istanbul, which comes vividly alive. It handles some of the plot aspects better
than the film, while the film portrays the central heist to ingenious and
dazzling effect. See the film, read the book or go the other way, you won’t go
wrong.
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Copyright 2015 by Thomas
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