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I didn't comment on this earlier, but one of the things that I found fascinating about this book was how much I received reverberations of Greene's Our Man in Havanna and Waugh's Brideshead Revisited. Did anyone else feel the tremors?
I got some of that gentlemanly spy element that Greene capitalised on in his portrayals, but also a wistful nostalgia in the relating of Maskell's entry into a new world.
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