Harry Gold
A Novel
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- 12,99 €
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- 12,99 €
Description de l’éditeur
PEN/Faulker Award Finalist: A "fascinating and original" novel based on the real life of a notorious Soviet spy (The New York Times Book Review).
This gripping narrative brings to life dramatic true events in America from the 1930s through the McCarthy era—taking us from Russian Jewish immigrant Harry Gold's recruitment by the Soviets, to his training in tradecraft, to his role in Julius Rosenberg's and Klaus Fuchs's atomic espionage at Los Alamos.
The result is a novel with the psychological depth of The Third Man, the taut pacing of All the President's Men, and the moral poignancy of I Married a Communist—named a New York Times Notable Book of the Year.
"She has a novelist's feel for the telling detail . . . A compassionate, informative view of a sad, unusual life." —Publishers Weekly
"Dillon shows how Gold's hunger for human contact helps him ignore the hypocrisies and manipulations of his handlers." —Kirkus Reviews
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
American chemist Harry Gold spied for the Soviets during the '30s and '40s; the FBI nabbed him in 1950, by which time Gold had already helped famous "atom spy" Klaus Fuchs steal secrets about the A-bomb. Biographer (You Are Not I: A Portrait of Paul Bowles) and novelist (The Dance of the Mothers) Dillon fuses the two genres here, producing an unstable amalgam of reportage and fiction. Her sympathetic, attentive narrator follows Gold from New York circa 1935, to New Mexico and Fuchs, to Gold's arrest and trial in Philadelphia. Sometimes Dillon chooses a fairly wooden style, one meant to give an assurance that she is "telling the true story of a life." She can stop to pick up bushels of facts, skip emotionally important moments, or try far too hard to explain: "Yes, Harry nodded, though he felt terrible at the thought of not seeing Dave, for whose sake he had agreed to become involved in the first place." But elsewhere, Dillon's prose enters into Gold's consciousness to create pockets of great beauty, brilliant portrayals of the inner life of a damaged, lonely man. She has a novelist's feel for the telling detail--e.g., the scampering of a leashed dog as Harry returns from one of his spy missions. Like Lee Harvey Oswald in Don DeLillo's Libra--an obvious model for Dillon's volume--Gold himself finally seems a classic schlemiel: unglamorous, nervous and manipulable, extending his favors haplessly to a series of spymasters, and motivated more by anxiety, friendship and vague morality than by worked-out ideology or self-interest. If Dillon's bio-fictional hybrid fails to achieve the strange unity of DeLillo's, it nonetheless provides a compassionate, informative view of a sad, unusual life.
