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In London during the Blitz, an amnesiac must outwit a twisted Nazi plot in this "master thriller" of espionage, murder, and deception (Time). On a peaceful Sunday afternoon, Arthur Rowe comes upon a charity fete in the gardens of a Cambridgeshire vicarage where he wins a game of chance. If only this were an ordinary day. Britain is under threat by Germany, and the air raid sirens that bring the bazaar to a halt expose Rowe as no ordinary man. Recently released from a psychiatric prison for the mercy killing of his wife, he is burdened by guilt, and now, in possession of a seemingly innocuous prize, on the run from a nest of Nazi spies who want him dead. Pursued on a dark odyssey through the bombed-out streets of London, he becomes enmeshed in a tangle of secrets that reach into the dark recesses of his own forgotten past. And there isn't a soul he can trust, not even himself. Because Arthur Rowe doesn't even know who he really is.… (more)
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Ministry of Fear starts in John Buchan territory, with
Then a plot device intervenes, the hero loses his memory and a different novel takes over, where he is in a hospital that he starts to suspect is not exactly taking good care of him, or its other patients. The characterisation is very well defined as we see how the loss of memory takes the weight off his mind and allows his happy nature to reappear.
Towards the end, the hero's memory starts to return and with it the spy plot is wrapped up and there's a downbeat ending to the psychological plot.
The main problem is that spy plot makes almost no sense at all, relying on coincidences, handwaving and implausibilities and being resolved in a slightly ridiculous manner. The psychological plot is more interesting and there is the core of a good novel there, but the two plots just don't quite pull together into a coherent whole. The trouble is the tone of the psychological plot does not sit well with the much lighter spy plot.
Structurally, it's a mess, but good atmosphere and characters make it an interesting mess. It's worth a read.
I liked the London night scenes with the sound of bombs dropping, and then that second of stillness before the 'boom' and the ground shaking... and people, weary, trembling or standing on corners mumbling or turning pasty gray while scuttling down a deserted street, or lost and confused in a public bathroom... Those scenes scared me. I'm pretty sure I would have been living underground all day and night. I liked the way the city changed overnight with buildings disappearing, streets closed, phones that no longer rang when dialed... It was surreal but real. It was nightmarish. I thought those scenes were the best part of the book.
'Is life really like this?' Rowe asked. Mr Prentice leant forward with an interested air, as though he were always ready to abandon the particular in favour of the general argument. He said, 'This is life, so I suppose one can say it's like life.'
'It isn't how I had imagined it.' Rowe said.
I bought a bunch of Greene at a book fair... I'm glad I did. This was a fun little ride.
But as with many of Greene's works, it's the inner conflict which is missing from the silver screen translation. We learn early on that the main protagonist is racked by guilt over the murder – what we would today most likely see only as a mercy killing – of his wife. This concentration on the individual, amid the scaled chaos of the blitz, makes this short novel so interesting. Much of it seems quite dated now, but there is still plenty of relevance in a society trying to come to terms with the issue of euthanasia.
Aside from the juxtaposition of a thrilling little spy plot and the psychological reflections, this short book is also an advert for Greene's art. The writing is simply superb, an absolute pleasure to read, full of inventiveness without the overt self-conceit of trying too hard. Another reviewer pointed out that this short novel took longer to read than he had imagined. I'd suggest that comes as a result of needing to read every word and understand it, not skim over lines of trite, repetitive text as in many other novels. To skim would be to rob oneself of most of the pleasure.
For me, Graham Greene remains the greatest English language novelist never to have won the Nobel Prize. As an entertainment, rather than a novel, The Ministry of Fear lends itself as an excellent introduction to his greater literature.
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"Her voice was dry like an old portrait: the social varnish was cracking."
On one level the book is a simple story of espionage, fifth columnists,
He’d really taken them by surprise this time; they were wordless, they didn’t even thank him for the note. He looked back from the pavement
So begins Arthur Rowe's incredible story in which a mix up at a charity fete alters Arthur's life forever and throws him into the midst of espionage, politics, and murder.
The Ministry of Fear is Greene's 11th novel, yet, to me it represents the first of the series of books that forms the basis of my appreciation of his canon of work. Written in 1943, Greene combines elements of mystery and espionage and spices them up with gritty noir and anxieties lived out by the characters against the back-drop of war time London, where trust is mandatory but seldom warranted.
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"A phrase of Johns’ came back to mind about a Ministry of Fear. He felt now that he had joined its permanent staff. But it wasn’t the small Ministry to which Johns had referred, with limited aims like winning a war or changing a constitution. It was a Ministry as large as life to which all who loved belonged. If one loved one feared."
Personally this conjures a blitz of memories. My good friend Steve once lived with a plucky poet by the name of Jennifer Priest.
So begins the most traumatic phase in Rowe’s life. The cake contains something that certain people really want back and they are prepared to go to almost any length to hunt him down and retrieve it. Even in his fragile mental state, he realises what is going on and he starts to discover just who is hunting him. Slowly he discovers more of the sinister conspiracy but he can’t go to the police as he is not totally sure of the facts or who is behind it.
Greene has put you in the character of Rowe, revealing limited details as the book unfolds and his position gets more and more perilous. It is a sparsely written book with a clever but bewildering plot. The tension from the war and the situation he finds himself in add to the drama too. I don’t think that I can count it as one of my favourites of his though, as it was a bit too convoluted, but I’d like to see the film version. 2.5 stars overall.