Jack Webster talks to David Cornwell (code name John le Carre) about
his life and his writing
THE spy who came in from the cold comfort of a London-Glasgow express
which was many hours late insists that he was never anything but a
low-level agent.
But David Cornwell's experience as a British diplomat nevertheless
gave him enough insight into that mysterious world to set him en route
to high-level writing, indeed as the most successful novelist of his
genre in the world.
With his kind of talent and imagination, all he needed was an alias.
John le Carre seemed as good as any.
He was working at the British Embassy in Bonn 30 years ago, deep in
the chill of the Cold War and its major symbol, the Berlin Wall, when he
felt the urge to expand from the two modest novels which had already put
him into print. ''It was my experience of Berlin which gave me the buzz
to do something more ambitious,'' he told me in the quiet tones of his
gentlemanly manner.
That ambitious something, which he penned on his daily ferry crossing
to Bonn, turned him into an overnight success under the title of The Spy
Who Came In From The Cold.
''I didn't know what money was coming in from the book,'' he says,
''but at that time my salary was #1600 a year. I asked my financial man
to let me know when I was worth #20,000, which was a lot of money then.
He was soon informing me that I was worth well over that. So I resigned
from the Foreign Office.''
It was the real beginning of an incredible romance in publishing,
which would take him from Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy to Smiley's
People and his latest offering, The Night Manager.
Yet there were even more dramatic happenings in the early days of the
writer's own life in Poole, Dorset, when his mother ran off with an
estate agent. The world was more concerned with the crisis of the Duke
of Windsor and Mrs Simpson when the man we now know as le Carre was
facing life as a six-year-old without a mother.
''I don't remember any sense of loss,'' he says, looking back. ''But I
do remember feeling resentful towards the other women who came to
replace her in the home.''
The boy had been left to the mercy of a highly colourful father,
Ronnie Cornwell, who would be living like a millionaire when he wasn't
''away on business''. That was a euphemism for the variety of prison
sentences he served across the world when his fraudulent schemes came
home to roost.
The roguish Ronnie became Rick Pym in A Perfect Spy, which gave some
hint of le Carre's early life, a therapeutic exercise he was glad to see
behind him. A psychologist would no doubt have much to say about the
effect of all this on the child mind.
''My father's schemes were often brilliant,'' he acknowledges. ''But
there was always a subtext. We had a nomadic life with no mother, no
constant friends.
''I was away at boarding school from an early age so I suppose I was
quite grown up by 16, except that I knew nothing about women. It was a
kind of unbalanced maturity.''
By 16, however, le Carre was a student in Berne, already gaining an
early contact with the world of espionage, as revealed in A Perfect Spy.
From there it was back to Oxford, via National Service, and on to
teaching at Eton before finding his way to the Foreign Office.
On the daily trip to London, he engaged in that exercise of many a
commuter -- scribbling towards the dream of a literary escape. For le
Carre it happened in a big way.
It was onwards to Bonn and Berlin, Paris and Vienna, where he met
Graham Greene, who took a keen interest in the young writer. That was,
until le Carre wrote an introduction to a book on Kim Philby, who had
been unveiled as a spy.
GREENE was displeased with the stand he took against Philby. Le Carre
was unrepentant. ''My position on Philby was simply that I felt there
was something in him which made him an avenger. His Communism was merely
a way of expressing his vendetta against society. If he had been a
Jesuit, he would have shafted them as well.
He added: ''I never met him but I heard all the tales. There was this
excessive charm, as well as a rather weird stammer, which I believe was
a tactical thing, used to gain sympathy. When he held a press conference
disowning the stories, he didn't stammer once.
''Philby was very ill when I was in Moscow and he wanted to see me. I
suppose I missed a scoop but I refused to see the Queen's greatest
traitor. It apparently annoyed him and when he was asked what he had
against me, he said 'Nothing. But I think he knows something about
me.'''
Le Carre claims that his only intelligence on Philby concerned his
flamboyant father, St John Philby, a great explorer but also a crook who
became quite anti-British in his later years. With their common ground
of eccentric sires, le Carre felt that perhaps he understood something
of the moulding of Kim Philby.
But if he spoke out against Philby, he is scarcely more a supporter of
Salman Rushdie, currently under threat of death from the Islamic world
for his controversial novel, The Satanic Verses.
While he sympathises with the writer's plight, he points out that the
book is already in print for all to read and that the blurred notion of
free speech is not the issue. It is about a re-run of the paperback
edition.
''There have already been 17 deaths related to the Rushdie affair and
I believe there is a limit to the amount of innocent death you can
cause,'' he tells you. ''There was the case of the teenage girl in the
Toronto mail-room who had her hands blown off opening a parcel. How
could Rushdie face her parents?''
Believing that the Islamic view needs more consideration, he says:
''They are a people who care ter-
ribly. And what's more, from the title downwards, The Satanic Verses
is an immensely offensive book.''
On le Carre's own morality, he doesn't shirk the question of those
adulterous days of the Swinging Sixties, when his affairs included one
with Susan Kennaway, wife of his friend, Scots writer James (Tunes of
Glory) Kennaway, who was later killed in a car crash.
''I have never made any secret of the fact that I have led an untidy
life,'' he makes clear. ''Most writers have. I was terribly fond of
Susan and that was part of my life.''
But he did come out fighting when a prominent journalist recently
struck a deal to write an unauthorised biography, with the implication
that le Carre's first wife was promiscuous and that the writer himself
might have been homosexual.
The #75,000 deal was evidently for the British publication only.
Covering all le Carre territory, he reckons the man could have earned #1
million. Apologies have now been offered and writs withdrawn.
Le Carre's latest novel, The Night Manager, is proof that he didn't
need the Cold War to sustain his art. There's enough intrigue in the
jungles of Whitehall, Washington, Panama and the Bahamas. Indeed he is
relieved the Cold War is over.
''I had tried to get rid of the damned thing three times before,'' he
laughs. ''Yet I hadn't thought it possible the eastern bloc would
disintegrate so rapidly. It was most astonishing to find that our
propaganda was actually an understatement of the awfulness of the
regimes.
''It just became impossible to run a closed society, where people
couldn't even phone abroad. The fax machine destroyed everything! And
despite all that is happening, I do believe the world is a much safer
place.
''From the western point of view, the crime of Bosnia is not only that
we failed to intervene very early, as we should have done, but that we
sent signals to any future adventurer that there is no bite to our bark.
''What has happened in Iraq should have happened in Bosnia. We
defended mankind against Communism. So we cannot say the next chapter is
not our responsibility.'' John le Carre laments the lack of European
leaders and feels it will fall to America to show the way.
Back home in Cornwall, the man who sells by the millions still writes
his books in longhand, starting at 5am and feeling a good day's work has
been accomplished by 11am.
There is lunch, a glass of wine, a walk and, before evening, his
second wife Jane will have it all typed up for his revising eye. Around
2500 words of it. By nine o'clock, the creator of George Smiley is all
tucked up in bed, the man of fiction who will surely delight us one day
with another gripping tale -- the factual one about his real-life
adventures.
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