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John le Carré: Our Kind of Traitor
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Published: Mar 05, 2022
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Fiction
In the copies of “Our Kind of Traitor” that were sent to reviewers, John le Carré included a reprint of a 2009 piece from The Guardian. The headline: “Drug money saved banks in global crisis, claims UN advisor.” The subhead: “Drugs and crime chief says $352 billion in criminal proceeds was effectively laundered by financial institutions.”
The inescapable conclusion: Our most respected bankers will take money from anyone — even drug lords — in order to prop up their failing institutions. Translation: The fix is in.
“Our Kind of Traitor” is ostensibly about a Russian — the king of money-laundering in the Wild West that the former Soviet Union has become — who wants to defect to England. But as you’d expect from John le Carré, there’s a lot about the British spy apparatus. And, new to his fiction, British bankers appear.
The book poses the question: Who’s more evil? The money launderer or the British bankers? Not a question you’ve asked yourself, I’d bet. For the answer, take thyself to the book. (To buy the paperback from Amazon, click here. For the Kindle edition, click here.]
It is a measure of le Carré’s genius that there’s no mention of money laundering in the beginning. Peregrine Makepiece — literally: a foreigner who makes peace — is vacationing on Antigua with Gail Perkins, his extremely attractive live-in girlfriend. Perry was, until recently, a tutor in English Literature at Oxford; Gail is a barrister with a future. She’s satisfied with the trajectory of her career; he’s so turned off by academia he wants to teach secondary school in some deprived English slum.
Perry plays a wickedly good game of tennis. The pro introduces him to Dima, “a muscular, stiff-backed, bald, brown-eyed Russian man of dignified bearing in his middle fifties.” Dima and Perry play three brisk sets. An invitation to a party follows. There, Perry and Gail note the presence of an entourage — and bodyguards.
Dima is fond of the young couple — or is it that the guy who describes himself as “the world’s number one money launderer” is just very good at sizing people up? Because Dima deputizes Gail and Perry. That is, he hands them this note:
Dmitri Vladimirovich Krasnov, the one they call Dima, European director of Arena Multi Global Trading Conglomerate of Nicosia, Cyprus, is willing negotiate through intermediary Professor Perry Makepiece and lawyer Madam Gail Perkins mutually profitable arrangement with authority of Great Britain regarding permanent residence all family in exchange for certain informations very important, very urgent, very critical for Great Britain of Her Majesty.
In theory, this should be easy. Dima has information. He wants asylum. It’s not like getting him across borders will be a problem — this is 2009, not 1955.
Now we hear the story again. Perry’s version. Gail’s. As told to middle-level English spymasters in London. Who, likewise, deputize Perry and Gail — as short-term spies.
Unlikely? For you and me, perhaps. But Gail and Perry have their reasons, and le Carré drops them along the pathway of the novel like bread crumbs. So they’re off. To a meeting with Dima in Paris at the French Open. And an even more exciting meeting — by now, we understand that Dima believes his Russians colleagues are watching him — that is diabolical in its layers of deception.
The clock ticks. The anxiety mounts. What’s the hitch? Well, perhaps Dima is a bit too… big for easy assimilation. His information might lead somewhere. And we can’t have that.
Here’s how it works, an English spymaster explains: “Catch the minnows, but leave the sharks in the water. A chap’s laundering a couple of million? He’s a bloody crook. Call in the regulators, put him in irons. But a few billion? Now you’re talking. Billions are a statistic.
Getting the idea? At the top, they — the snooty bankers in London, Russian crooks, the Russian government, and Lord knows who else — are all connected. Black money turns white.
Spies used to operate on the margins, at checkpoints, in lonely towns with names you can’t pronounce. Then they were soldiers in the Cold War. Now, le Carré tells us, they exist for much darker purposes.
Of all of le Carré’s novels, this is the one that makes me feel like a child. I know we’re all under surveillance now. Photographed often. Every keystroke, every e-mail, every Tweet saved by the government. Whistleblowers suffer, the guilty walk away. But although I know all that, I hadn’t quite realized that when large amounts of money are involved, none of the old words — honor, truth, empathy — matter at all.
What le Carré is telling us here is that there is something that might be called the country of money. It has no boundaries. There are no “sides.” The government of Russia has made a pact with the Russian Mafia — or is it the other way around? — so criminal fortunes are appropriately shared. And the cash-starved West? Our bankers? Our CEOs? Our statesmen? From the Dallas News:
In 2016, Donald Trump and the political action committees for Mitch McConnell, Marco Rubio, Scott Walker, Lindsey Graham, John Kasich and John McCain accepted $7.35 million in contributions from billionaire Leonard “Len” Blavatnik, a Ukrainian-born oligarch who is the business partner of two of Russian president Vladimir Putin’s favorite oligarchs and a Russian government bank. McConnell’s GOP Senate Leadership Fund got $2.5 million.
During the 2015-2016 election season, Ukrainian-born billionaire Leonard “Len” Blavatnik contributed $6.35 million to leading Republican candidates and incumbent senators. Mitch McConnell was the top recipient of Blavatnik’s donations, collecting $2.5 million for his GOP Senate Leadership Fund. Marco Rubio’s Conservative Solutions PAC and his Florida First Project received $1.5 million through Blavatnik’s two holding companies. Other high dollar recipients of funding from Blavatnik were PACS representing Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker at $1.1 million, South Carolina Senator Lindsey Graham at $800,000, Ohio Governor John Kasich at $250,000 and Arizona Senator John McCain at $200,000. Blavatnik donated another $1 million to Trump’s Inaugural Committee.
How good is John le Carré? Good enough to make you care about Dima, Perry and Gail — and the people they care about. Good enough to make you angry at their difficulties. Good enough to surprise you — no matter how cynical you are — at the end. In short, the best.
BONUS: Paris Review interview with John le Carré.
