Declare: A Novel

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As a young double agent infiltrating the Soviet spy network in Nazi-occupied Paris, Andrew Hale finds himself caught up in a secret, even more ruthless war. Two decades later, in 1963, he will be forced to confront again the nightmare that has haunted his adult life: a lethal unfinished operation code-named Declare.

From the corridors of Whitehall to the Arabian desert, from postwar Berlin to the streets of Cold War Moscow, Hale's desperate quest draws him into international ...

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Overview

As a young double agent infiltrating the Soviet spy network in Nazi-occupied Paris, Andrew Hale finds himself caught up in a secret, even more ruthless war. Two decades later, in 1963, he will be forced to confront again the nightmare that has haunted his adult life: a lethal unfinished operation code-named Declare.

From the corridors of Whitehall to the Arabian desert, from postwar Berlin to the streets of Cold War Moscow, Hale's desperate quest draws him into international politics and gritty espionage tradecraft—and inexorably drives Hale, the fiery and beautiful Communist agent Elena Teresa Ceniza-Bendiga, and Kim Philby, mysterious traitor to the British cause, to a deadly confrontation on the high glaciers of Mount Ararat, in the very shadow of the fabulous and perilous Ark.

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No one writing today fuses history with fantasy as shrewdly -- or as unpredictably -- as Tim Powers. The best, most representative Powers novels (The Anubis Gates, The Stress of Her Regard, Last Call) focus on anomalous occurrences in the lives of actual historical figures (Byron, Shelley, Bugsy Siegel) and use those occurrences as jumping-off points for an extravagantly imagined series of fictions. The latest Powers novel, Declare, once again employs this distinctive, remarkably flexible technique. The result is one of the finest, most idiosyncratic fantasies of the season.

In Declare, Powers edges into John le Carré territory, straddling genre boundaries to create something surprising and new: a supernatural espionage thriller. Two characters -- one fictional, one real -- dominate the narrative. The first is Andrew Hale, a scholar/spy whose career takes him into -- and out of -- the inner circles of the British Secret Service. The second is Kim Philby, the Soviet mole whose career inspired Le Carré's masterpiece Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy.

Declare opens with a brief, enigmatic prologue set in 1948, in the course of which we see an unidentified man fleeing in terror down the slopes of Mount Ararat, pursued -- quite literally -- by demons. The narrative then jumps ahead some 15 years and introduces us to that fleeing figure: Andrew Hale, a former intelligence agent who has built a successful second career as a university lecturer, and who is about to be reinstated in his original profession. When the phone rings on a quiet London afternoon in 1963, a voice from the past reaches into Hale's new life, drawing him back into a clandestine, long-running intelligence initiative called Operation Declare.

Declare tells the full story of that eponymous operation, moving backward in time to the mysteries of Hale's childhood, and forward to the related mysteries hidden on Mount Ararat. The narrative ranges from wartime London to the Middle East, and is alternately a love story, a war story, a spy story, and a romance of the supernatural. It is also a dramatic account of the adversarial relationship between Philby and Hale, two very different men connected by family secrets, by the political realities of the Cold War, and by the malign influence of ancient, inhuman forces.

No summary could possibly convey the richness, intelligence, and sheer virtuosity of this brilliantly executed novel. No one but Tim Powers could have written it, and his characteristic ingenuity is on full display throughout. Like the best of Powers's earlier work, Declare is a vivid, vibrant hybrid that breaks new ground and makes most of its competitors in the overcrowded fantasy field seem thin, derivative, and fatally underdeveloped.

--Bill Sheehan

Bill Sheehan reviews horror, suspense, and science fiction for Cemetery Dance, The New York Review of Science Fiction, and other publications. His book-length critical study of the fiction of Peter Straub, At the Foot of the Story Tree, has been published by Subterranean Press (www.subterraneanpress.com).

Dean Koontz
“Dazzling . . . a tour de force, a brilliant blend of John le Carre spy fiction with the otherworldly.”
William Gibson
“Tim Powers is a brilliant writer. Declare’s occult subtext for the deeper Cold War is wonderfully original and brilliantly imagined.”
San Francisco Chronicle
“Highly ingenious . . . No one else writes like Powers, and Declare finds him at the top of his game.”
Locus Magazine
“DECLARE is classic Tim Powers, his best novel since Last Call, and possibly his best to date.”
Library Journal
As a young man, Alan Hale, working for British Intelligence, failed to stop a mysterious Soviet mission on Mt. Ararat and re-entered civilian life. Twenty years later, he must return to Turkey to accomplish the mission that has haunted him since the end of World War II. Powers (Earthquake Weather), known for his complex fantasy tales, here turns in a classic spy novel with a supernatural twist that ties Lawrence of Arabia to the fall of the Iron Curtain. Fans of John le Carr will appreciate the authentic period detail, meticulous descriptions of the business of espionage, and portraits of actual spies, such as Kim Philby; others will enjoy the suspense and chilling atmosphere of Cold War antics, as well as Powers's intricate chronology and plotting. [The publisher is marketing this as Powers's mainstream breakout novel.--Ed.]--Devon Thomas, Hass Assoc., Ann Arbor, MI Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Powers, for more than 20 years the reigning king of adult historical fantasy (Earthquake Weather, 1997, etc.), surpasses himself—and enters richly promising new territory—with this intricate, inventive tale of Cold War skullduggery and close encounters with malevolent supernatural entities. The increasingly Byzantine action begins in 1963, when a telephone message delivered in code draws Oxford lecturer (and"retired" secret agent) Andrew Hale back into an intrigue that dates from his wartime service. The narrative thereafter shifts among that present time and several past sequences—the most crucial being a 1948 disaster on Mount Ararat, when men under Hale's command were slaughtered by enemy forces not of this earth. As Hale reenters the duplicitous world of international espionage, Powers gradually reveals the hidden meanings of his former relationships with sinister"contacts" (such as his superior at Whitehall, double-talking James Theodora, and wily Armenian powerbroker Hakob Mammalian); femme fatale Elena Cezina-Bendiga, a Spanish Civil War heroine and passionate Communist ("The Soviet State is my husband, and I am a devoted, obedient wife"); and the historical Kim Philby, the notorious double agent, whose career and personal history eerily parallel Andrew Hale's. T.E. Lawrence also figures here, as do the biblical Ark and various personages and (shifting)"shapes" from The Arabian Nights, as the story careens across Europe and the Middle East, with illuminating side trips to Berlin, Paris, and London during WW II. All this is expertly linked to Operation Declare, designed by British Intelligence to subvert"the Soviet attempt to awaken what slept uneasilyonthetop of Mount Ararat" and unleash its destructive powers. Echoes of Pynchon's V and Gravity's Rainbow (there are many) aside, this is an exciting work, of great originality—and its force is heightened by the skill with which the elusive Philby is characterized and Hale and Elena both made believably complex and potentially tragic figures. There's never been a novel quite like Declare (though comparisons to Neal Stephenson's recent Cryptonomicon will doubtless be made): one of the protean Powers's most absorbing and rewarding creations. Author tour
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062221384
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 2/19/2013
  • Pages: 591
  • Sales rank: 640,403
  • Product dimensions: 5.38 (w) x 7.82 (h) x 1.56 (d)

Meet the Author

Tim Powers is the author of numerous novels, including Declare, Last Call, Hide Me Among the Graves, and On Stranger Tides, the inspiration for the blockbuster film Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides, starring Johnny Depp and Penelope Cruz. Powers lives in San Bernardino, California.

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Chapter One

London, 1963



Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key,
That shall unlock the Door he howls without.

—Omar Klayyam, The Rubaiyat, Edward J. FitzGerald translation

From the telephone a man's accentless voice said, "Here's a list: Chaucer ... Malory. . ."

Hale's face was suddenly chilly.

The voice went on. "Wyatt ... Spenser . . .

Hale had automatically started counting, and Spenser made four. "I imagine so," he said, hastily and at random. "Uh, 'which being dead many years, shall after revive,' is the bit you're thinking of. It's Shakespeare, actually, Mr.-" He nearly said Mr Goudie, which was the name of the Common Room porter who had summoned him to the telephone and who was still rocking on his heels by the door of the registrar clerk's unlocked office, and then he nearly said Mr Philby; "-Fonebone," he finished lamely, trying to mumble the made-up name. He clenched his fist around the receiver to hold it steady, and with his free hand he shakily pushed a stray lock of sandy-blond hair back out of his eyes.

"Shakespeare," said the man's careful voice, and Hale realized that he should have phrased his response for more apparent continuity "Oh well. Five pounds, was it? I can pay you at lunch."

For a moment neither of them spoke.

"Lunch," Hale said with no inflection. What is it supposed to be now, he thought, a contrary and then a parallel or example. "Better than fasting, a—uh—sandwich would be." Good Lord.

"It might be a picnic lunch, the fools," the bland voice went on, "arid here we are barely in January-so dobring a raincoat, right?"

Repeat it back, Hale remembered. "Raincoat, I follow you." He kept himself from asking, uselessly, Picnic, certainly-raincoat, right-but will anyone even be there, this time? Are we going to be doing this charade every tenth winter for the rest of my life? I'll be fifty next time.

The caller hung up then, and after a few seconds Hale realized that he'd been holding his breath and started breathing again. Goudie was still standing in the doorway, probably listening, so Hale added, "If I mentioned it in the lectures, you must assume it's liable to be in the exam." He exhaled unhappily at the end of the sentence. Play-acting into a dead telephone now, he thought; you're scoring idiot-goals all round. To cover the blunder, he said, "Hello? Hello?" as if he hadn't realized the other man had rung off, and then he replaced the receiver. Not too bad a job, he told himself, all these years later. He stepped back from the desk arid forced himself not to pull out his handkerchief to wipe his face.

Raincoat. Well, they had said that ten years ago too, and nothing had happened at all, then or since.

"Thank you, Goudie," he said to the porter, and then walked past him, back across the dark old Common Room carpet to the cup of tea that was still steaming in the lamplight beside the humming typewriter. Irrationally, it seemed odd to him that the tea should still be hot, after this. He didn't resume his seat, but picked up his sheaf of handwritten test questions and stared at the ink lines.

Ten years ago. Eventually he would cast his mind further back, and think of the war-surplus corrugated-steel bomb shelter on the marshy plain below Ararat on the Turkish-Soviet border, and then of a night in Berlin before that; but right now, defensively, he was thinking of that somewhat more recent, and local, summons-just to pace the snowy lanes of Green Park in London for an hour, as it had happened, alone and with at least diminishing anxiety, and of the subsequent forty hours of useless walks and cab rides from one old fallback location to another, down the slushy streets and across the bridges of London, cursing the confusing new buildings and intersections. There had been no telephone numbers or addresses that he would have dared to try, and in any case they would almost certainly all have been obsolete by that time. He had eventually given it up and taken the train back to Oxford, having incidentally missed a job interview; a fair calamity, in those days.

At least there was no real work to do today, and none tomorrow either. He had only come over to the college so early this morning to use fresh carbon paper and one of the electric typewriters.

Between the tall curtains to his left he could see clouds like hammered tin over the library's mansard roof, and bare young oak branches waving in the wind that rattled the casement latches. He would probably be wanting a raincoat, a literal one. God knew where he'd wind up having lunch. Not at a picnic, certainly.

He folded the papers and tucked them into his coat pocket, then ratcheted the half-typed sheets out of the typewriter, and switched the machine off.

He hoped it would still be working right, and not have got gummed up by some undergraduate teaching assistant, when he got backwhich would be, he was confident, in at most a couple of days. The con fidence was real, and he knew that it should have buoyed him up.

He sighed and patted the pockets of his trousers for his car keys.

The wooded hills above the River Wey were overhung in wet fog, and he drove most of the way home from the college in second gear, with the side-lamps on. When at last he steered his old Vauxhall into Morlan Lane, he tossed his cigarette out the window and shifted down to first gear, and he lifted his foot from the accelerator as the front corner of his white bungalow came dimly into view.

When he had first got the job as assistant lecturer back in 1953, he had rented a room right in Weybridge, and he remembered now bicycling back to the old landlady's house after classes in those long-ago late afternoons, from old habit favoring alleys too narrow for motor vehicles and watching for unfamiliar vans parked or driving past on the birchshaded lanes-tensing at any absence of birdcalls in the trees, coasting close by the old red-iron V.R. post-box and darting a glance at it to look for any hasty scratches around the keyhole-and alert too for any agitation among the dogs in the yards he passed, especially if their barking should ever be simultaneous with a gust of wind or several humans shouting at once.

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Interviews & Essays

A Conversation with Tim Powers

Barnes & Noble.com: One of the major characters in Declare is Kim Philby, the legendary double agent and Soviet mole. What led you to make fictional use of Philby? Have you had a longstanding interest in his career, or in the overall history of Cold War espionage?

Tim Powers: No, but I've always been a fan of John le Carré's; and so I bought a book on Philby just because Le Carré had written an introduction to it -- and it was a great introduction! -- full of atmosphere and hints and speculations. So I went ahead and read the whole book and discovered that Philby's life was full of the sort of ambiguities and secret conflicts and striking locales that I like to write about. I mean -- Mount Ararat, Bedouins, Berlin, Moscow, Beirut! Great stuff. I had a lot of fun putting my secret supernatural sort of framework into the Cold War history. Lovecraft meets tradecraft.

B&N.com: In Declare, Philby's chief antagonist -- and secret sharer -- is a young British agent named Andrew Hale. Does Hale have any real-life antecedents, or is he a wholly invented character?

TP: Hale was purely invented -- for a while in the outline, before I decided on a name for him, I was referring to him as "Guillam," the name of a Le Carré character. I think I generally let the protagonist be defined by the dictates of the research -- that is, what sort of character could be most conveniently and effectively propelled though this maze?

I did get a foundation for him him when I read that Philby and his strange father spent part of the summer of 1923 investigating any supernatural powers that might reside in baptismal water from the Jordan River -- it seemed to me obvious that they were anxious about an infant that had been baptized there not long before. This gave me a number of directions pointing to our hero: origin in the Middle East, baptism, a connection with Philby père et fils, inherited feuds, and so forth.

B&N.com: A few of John le Carré's novels -- notably Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy -- were loosely inspired by Philby's career. What are your thoughts on Le Carré's work? Was the eponymous "Operation Declare" intended as a tip of the hat to "Operation Testify," which figured so prominently in Tinker, Tailor?

TP: Well, I think Tinker, Tailor is a masterpiece -- I bet I've read it a dozen times. For years it was my "airplane book" -- thick enough to bring along on long flights, and reliably riveting. I finally had to retire it because I was beginning to know it by heart.

I imagine "Operation Declare" derived from "Operation Testify" in that they were both big, off-the-record, almighty secret operations; they weren't the same kind of operations, but I think I did try to get the same ominous mood Le Carré got.

B&N.com: Your novels, especially over the last decade, seem to be growing longer, more ambitious, more complex. Is this a sign of your increasing ambition? How do you yourself compare these later books -- say, from Last Call forward -- with your earlier work?

TP: They've gotten longer, it's true. And I think that is a result of me wanting to develop the characters and the locales more. For instance, Last Call was the first book for which I was able to actually go look at the scenes I was writing about, which was a great help -- my wife and I drove all over Las Vegas, and then all over L.A. and San Francisco, with a videocamera -- though with Declare I wasn't able to do that. I mean, that Beirut and that Moscow don't even exist anymore!

And I suppose as I get older I have my characters faced with more complex problems. Not only "Here come the werewolves," but "Here come the werewolves and I think I'm losing my mind." Maturity, you see. That's what it is, trust me.

B&N.com: Another difference in your recent novels is the fact that they've moved into the 20th century and incorporated such modern icons as Philby, Thomas Edison, and Bugsy Siegel. Is there a particular reason for this change? Do you have any plans to revisit earlier historical eras in future novels?

TP: I do want to do more historicals, yes -- for one thing, I've been accumulating so many great research books over the years! I mean, medieval stuff is just bowing my bookshelves, for instance.

But of course the 20th century has a wonderful immediacy. It's fun to work freeways and .45s and Wild Turkey and electrical engineering into supernatural plots! And, especially with the Last Call trilogy, I'm sure the fact of my being an actual citizen of the culture I was writing about gave the books some degree of extra assurance!

And there are a lot of writers whose tricks I just can't do in historical novels -- Hunter Thompson, Tom Wolfe, A. Alvarez, Thomas Pynchon. I don't want to miss the fun of playing on their jungle gyms.

B&N.com: I'd like to talk for a minute about your working methods. What sort of preliminary research do you typically do? To what extent do you outline before actually beginning to write?

TP: I do tons of preliminary research -- like a year of just reading and making notes -- before I have even a clue about what my eventual plot will be. The plot is indicated by whatever fascinating stuff and patterns of stuff I find in the research.

And I outline like a madman. My outlines cover just about every event that will occur in the book, and even include bits of dialogue and description. (My goal, I sometimes think, is to one day outline a book so thoroughly that the outline will gradually become the book.) It's like designing a big roller coaster, putting together blueprints of everything from the foundations up -- you want to provide lots of surprises for the passengers, but ideally there won't be any surprises for the designer.

B&N.com: Although you haven't written a great many short stories, you recently brought out a collection entitled Night Moves and Other Stories through the specialty publisher Subterranean Press. Do you enjoy working within the constraints of the short story form, or are you at heart a novelist?

TP: I'm definitely a novelist! Reflexively, I try to cram too much into a short story, I think -- or else go the other way and leave too much out. I've only had six of my short stories published -- these, I like to think, are the ones where I didn't cram too much in or leave too much out!

You can live in a novel you're writing for a couple of years, get to know the area pretty well. A short story is like a weekend at a hotel -- busy and interesting, but you're home again before the grass needs watering.

B&N.com: To the best of my knowledge, you've collaborated on only one story, "The Better Boy," which you wrote in tandem with James Blaylock. Are there any other collaborative works lurking in your past? Are you comfortable with the process of collaboration? Would you ever consider collaborating on a longer work?

TP: I can't imagine collaborating with anybody but Blaylock -- he and I have known each other since '72, in college, and we've inevitably got a lot of overlapping tastes and attitudes and mental reflexes. He and I have collaborated on two published short stories, by the way -- the other was "We Traverse Afar" in David Hartwell's Christmas Forever anthology -- and yes, we've collaborated on lots of this-and-that things in the past; for one thing, we've cowritten a cookbook.

Collaborating with Blaylock is very smooth -- I write six pages, say, and give them to him, and he chops them down to three or four pages and adds six of his own, which I in turn treat the same way. Somehow, we never disagree.

I don't know whether or not we could collaborate on a whole novel or not! In any case, it would require that an editor pay enough to sustain two writers for the time involved in writing it, and that's not likely to happen.

B&N.com: Do you have either the time or the inclination to read the works of your contemporaries? Are there any writers out there whose work you particularly admire?

Oddly, I don't really read much science fiction or fantasy anymore -- I did read everything up to about 1975, but it's been very sporadic since. I admire Blaylock's work, and Karen Joy Fowler's and Lisa Goldstein's and William Gibson's and John Shirley's, but their stuff was in my path because they're all friends of mine.

Even in mainstream I'm hardly up-to-the-minute -- my favorite writers would include John D. MacDonald, Kingsley Amis, Raymond Chandler, and Tom Wolfe.

B&N.com: Now that Declare is behind you, have you started working on a new novel? Would you mind giving us a brief preview of what we can expect from you down the road?

TP: Gee, I'm still in the reading and making notes stage! -- but it will be another 20th-century thing, involving some European cities and Los Angeles, it looks like. And some supernatural business that turns out to have been going on behind the scenes for a long time. A typical Powers book, basically.

--Bill Sheehan

Bill Sheehan reviews horror, suspense, and science fiction for Cemetery Dance, The New York Review of Science Fiction, and other publications. His book-length critical study of the fiction of Peter Straub, At the Foot of the Story Tree, has been published by Subterranean Press (www.subterraneanpress.com).

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent expionage meets the X-Files

    It was probably ordained form the day Andrew Hale was born, an event shrouded in mystery, that he would ultimately join His Majesty¿s Secret Service in the war against Hitler. As a child, his mother introduced Andrew to his ¿Godfather¿, who was in the business. Andrew took to the world of espionage as few ever have. He even fooled the Soviets into recruiting him. If the perfect spy had an weakness it had to be Elena, a dedicated Communist who worked with Andrew during the Vichy control of France. His only failure was the men who died on Mt. Ararat when the Soviets sought the Ark. <P>After the war, Andrew returned to England as a university professor, believing his days as a spy were over. However, in 1963, he receives a coded phone call that reactivates him sending him to the Middle East where the Soviets are trying to obtain the Ark. Andrew speaks with Legion and passes a weird test of sorts. Now all he must do is fight the forces of darkness on Ararat with the stakes being the freedom of the world. <P>DECLARE is an interesting combination of a classic espionage thriller crossed with the X-Files to create an intriguing ecclesiastical spy tale. The riveting story line employs flashbacks to World War II so that the reader can grasp what happened that led to the 1963 events. Fans will declare that Tim Powers¿ power is to make the mundane exciting and the supernatural believable as he does with this thriller. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted June 13, 2009

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    Intriguing

    Tim Powers has a knack for making really strange things seem plausible, like there is a very thin veil separating the natural and built world from something very spooky. Here he has taken the true story of a Cold War double agent, and filled in the blanks a bizarre and magical tale that seems like it -- maybe -- could be the real story!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2003

    Don't Forget Your Ankh!

    Sounds like everyone's done a good job of giving the background, so I'll keep things short. Declare is one of my favorite works of fiction, if not THE favorite. This supernatural thriller is still enjoyable after multiple readings. Powers does a fantastic job of weaving history with strands of the fantastic. When he ends the work with notes about his research, you may find yourself suprised at which weird bits are authentic!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2003

    Declare high!

    I have just finished this marvelous novel for the second time, savoring its rich language and imaginative, complex plot. The prior reviews are quite good, so I will only add some observations. First, Elena Teresa Ceniza-Bendiga adds almost as much to the story as do Hale and Philby. Her journey from Catholicism to Marxism-Leninism and back is convincingly laid out, as are her complex feelings about Andrew Hale. And the romance, spun out over 23 years, is no mere James Bond fling. Second, I marvel at the research Powers must have done to portray the espionage, the Cold War history, the many locations and the diverse mythologies so convincingly, and have the parts fit together. The title, Declare, contains multiple meanings. I particularly enjoyed the high-low poker game for enormous stakes begun at the foot of Ararat in '48 and completed in Moscow in '64. What a rewarding read this has been.

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    Posted March 9, 2013

    Awesome

    Poetic and action packed

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