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Abandoned by both his Irish father and Congolese mother, Bruno Salvador has long looked for someone to guide his life. He has found it in Mr. Anderson of British Intelligence.

Bruno's African upbringing, and fluency in numerous African languages, has made him a top interpreter in London, useful to businesses, hospitals, diplomats -- and spies. Working for Anderson in a clandestine facility known as the "Chat Room," Salvo (as he's known) translates intercepted phone calls, bugged recordings, snatched voice mail messages. When Anderson sends him to a mysterious island to interpret during a secret conference between Central African warlords, Bruno thinks he is helping Britain bring peace to a bloody corner of the world. But then he hears something he should not have....

Building upon the box office success of le Carré's The Constant Gardener (like The Mission Song, built around turmoil and conspiracy in Africa) and le Carré's laser eye for the complexity of the modern world (seen in Absolute Friends' prediction that the Iraq war would be based on phony and manipulated intelligence), this new novel is a crowning achievement, full of politics, heart, and the sort of suspense that nobody in the world does better.
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In one sense, Bruno "Salvo" Salvador is already living undercover: He is the son of a British missionary and a Congolese chieftain's daughter, but his light complexion and Caucasian features enable him to "pass" in a racist world. His penchant for secrecy (which includes a clandestine affair) intensifies dramatically after he is drafted as an interpreter for plotters conniving to overthrow his homeland's government. As usual, suspense master John le Carré manages to enmesh an ordinary person in matters of high state importance. A first-rate fiction by a major world novelist.
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The Mission Song is a minor work compared with le Carré's big Cold War novels, but his skepticism, compassion and sense of moral outrage are as much in evidence here as in A Perfect Spy or The Honorable Schoolboy. To categorize him, as many do, as a "spy" novelist is to do him a disservice; he uses the world of cloak-and-dagger much as Conrad used the sea -- to explore the dark places in human nature.
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Bestseller le Carr (The Constant Gardener) brings a light touch to his 20th novel, the engrossing tale of an idealistic and na ve British interpreter, Bruno "Salvo" Salvador. The 29-year-old Congo native's mixed parentage puts him in a tentative position in society, despite his being married to an attractive upper-class white Englishwoman, who's a celebrity journalist. Salvo's genius with languages has led to steady work from a variety of employers, including covert assignments from shadowy government entities. One such job enmeshes the interpreter in an ambitious scheme to finally bring stability to the much victimized Congo, and Salvo's personal stake in the outcome tests his professionalism and ethics. Amid the bursts of humor, le Carr convincingly conveys his empathy for the African nation and his cynicism at its would-be saviors, both home-grown patriots and global powers seeking to impose democracy on a failed state. Especially impressive is the character of Salvo, who's a far cry from the author's typical protagonist but is just as plausible. (Sept.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Bruno Salvo, the illegitimate son of an Irish missionary father and a Congolese mother, is one of le Carré's most interesting lead characters—and one of the most difficult for an actor to bring to life using just his voice. Fortunately, Oyelowo, a veteran of everything from televised comedy to live Shakespeare, has the ability to quickly catch and transmit to listeners the many elements of Bruno's essence in this moving and surprisingly amusing audio version of arguably the author's least typical novel. Oyelowo never falters in presenting the many other characters who flesh out the story, from the Roman mentor who shapes the orphaned Bruno's future as a professional interpreter of African tribal languages to the British intelligence agents who eventually recruit him. Oyelowo positively shines with recognizable truth as he shrewdly recreates Bruno's growing awareness of the power this knowledge gives him—personally, politically and socially. It would be difficult for any other actor, even one with more star power, to take Bruno Salvo into film or television without us hearing Oyelowo's voice in our heads while we watch. Simultaneous release with the Little, Brown hardcover (Reviews, July 31). (Nov.)

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A half-British, half-Congolese interpreter unwittingly finds himself in the middle of a political struggle between two countries. The life of the middleman can be exciting and dangerous. Bruno "Salvo" Salvador, the offspring of a British missionary and a Congolese village chief's daughter, is an interpreter skilled in African dialects and in demand by London corporations and government agencies alike. His life is a comfortable one, but like any good le Carre character, Salvo is far from satisfied. Straight hair and tan skin cannot completely disguise his heritage, and he admits that there are benefits to "passing." Though married to a well-known tabloid journalist from an important family, Salvo is also having an affair with Hannah, a Congolese nurse. Pulled from a celebration for his wife by the mysterious Mr. Anderson, Salvo finds himself changing clothes and changing roles. A government client wants Salvo to serve as a field intelligence agent. Whisked from a black-tie party at Canary Wharf, Salvo hops a plane to a remote island. His surprise assignment: interpret for a group of African nationals who may or may not be plotting to overthrow the Congolese government with the help of a secretive alliance. The failure of colonialism, the corrupt influence of foreign interests in Africa and the evils inherent in man are all on display here. Metaphors abound, both in deeds and words, and le Carre maintains a tight, three-act plot. Readers will delight in his jaundiced view of affairs of state. Another fine work of intrigue from a skilled interpreter of all things topical.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780316016742
  • Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
  • Publication date: 9/19/2006
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

John le Carré's The Spy Who Came In from the Cold secured him a wide reputation, which was consolidated by the acclaim for his trilogy Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, The Honourable Schoolboy, and Smiley's People. His recent novels include The Tailor of Panama, The Constant Gardener, and Absolute Friends.

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The Mission Song

A Novel
By John le Carré

LITTLE, BROWN

Copyright © 2006 David Cornwell
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-01674-8


Chapter One

My name is Bruno Salvador. My friends call me Salvo, so do my enemies. Contrary to what anybody may tell you, I am a citizen in good standing of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, and by profession a top interpreter of Swahili and the lesser-known but widely spoken languages of the Eastern Congo, formerly under Belgian rule, hence my mastery of French, a further arrow in my professional quiver. I am a familiar face around the London law courts both civil and criminal, and in regular demand at conferences on Third World matters, see my glowing references from many of our nation's finest corporate names. Due to my special skills I have also been called upon to do my patriotic duty on a confidential basis by a government department whose existence is routinely denied. I have never been in trouble, I pay my taxes regularly, have a healthy credit rating and am the owner of a well-conducted bank account. Those are cast-iron facts that no amount of bureaucratic manipulation can alter, however hard they try.

In six years of honest labour in the world of commerce I have applied my services - be it by way of cautiously phrased conference calls or discreet meetings in neutral cities on the European continent - to the creative adjustment of oil,gold, diamond, mineral and other commodity prices, not to mention the diversion of many millions of dollars from the prying eyes of the world's shareholders into slush funds as far removed as Panama, Budapest and Singapore. Ask me whether, in facilitating these transactions, I felt obliged to consult my conscience and you will receive the emphatic answer, 'No.' The code of your top interpreter is sacrosanct. He is not hired to indulge his scruples. He is pledged to his employer in the same manner as a soldier is pledged to the flag. In deference to the world's unfortunates, however, it is also my practice to make myself available on a pro bono basis to London hospitals, prisons and the immigration authorities despite the fact that the remuneration in such cases is peanuts.

I am on the voters' list at number 17, Norfolk Mansions, Prince of Wales Drive, Battersea, South London, a desirable freehold property of which I am the minority co-owner together with my legal wife Penelope - never call her Penny - an upper-echelon Oxbridge journalist four years my senior and, at the age of thirty-two, a rising star in the firmament of a mass-market British tabloid capable of swaying millions. Penelope's father is the senior partner of a blue-chip City law firm and her mother a major force in her local Conservative Party. We married five years ago on the strength of a mutual physical attraction, plus the understanding that she would get pregnant as soon as her career permitted, owing to my desire to create a stable nuclear family complete with mother along conventional British lines. The convenient moment has not, however, presented itself, due to her rapid rise within the paper and other factors.

Our union was not in all regards orthodox. Penelope was the elder daughter of an all-white Surrey family in high professional standing, while Bruno Salvador, alias Salvo, was the natural son of a bog Irish Roman Catholic missionary and a Congolese village woman whose name has vanished for ever in the ravages of war and time. I was born, to be precise, behind the locked doors of a Carmelite convent in the town of Kisangani, or Stanleyville as was, being delivered by nuns who had vowed to keep their mouths shut, which to anybody but me sounds funny, surreal or plain invented. But to me it's a biological reality, as it would be for you if at the age of ten you had sat at your saintly father's bedside in a Mission house in the lush green highlands of South Kivu in the Eastern Congo, listening to him sobbing his heart out half in Norman French and half in Ulsterman's English, with the equatorial rain pounding like elephant feet on the green tin roof and the tears pouring down his fever-hollowed cheeks so fast you'd think the whole of Nature had come indoors to join the fun. Ask a Westerner where Kivu is, he will shake his head in ignorance and smile. Ask an African and he will tell you, 'Paradise,' for such it is: a Central African land of misted lakes and volcanic mountains, emerald pastureland, luscious fruit groves and similar.

In his seventieth and last year of life my father's principal worry was whether he had enslaved more souls than he had liberated. The Vatican's African missionaries, according to him, were caught in a perpetual cleft stick between what they owed to life and what they owed to Rome, and I was part of what he owed to life, however much his spiritual Brothers might resent me. We buried him in the Swahili language, which was what he'd asked for, but when it fell to me to read 'The Lord is my Shepherd' at his graveside, I gave him my very own rendering in Shi, his favourite among all the languages of the Eastern Congo for its vigour and flexibility.

Illegitimate sons-in-law of mixed race do not merge naturally into the social fabric of wealthy Surrey, and Penelope's parents were no exception to this time-honoured truism. In a favourable light, I used to tell myself when I was growing up, I look more suntanned Irish than mid-brown Afro, plus my hair is straight not crinkly, which goes a long way if you're assimilating. But that never fooled Penelope's mother or her fellow wives at the golf club, her worst nightmare being that her daughter would produce an all-black grandchild on her watch, which may have accounted for Penelope's reluctance to put matters to the test, although in retrospect I am not totally convinced of this, part of her motive in marrying me being to shock her mother and upstage her younger sister.

A word here regarding my dear late father's life struggle will not be deemed out of place. His entry into the world, he confided to me, had been no smoother than my own. Born in 1917 to a corporal in the Royal Ulster Fusiliers and a fourteen-year-old Normandy peasant girl who happened to be passing at the time, he spent his childhood on the shunt between a hovel in the Sperrin Mountains and another in northern France, until by dint of study plus his inherited bilinguality he clawed himself a place in a Junior Seminary in the wilds of County Donegal and thus set his young feet unthinkingly on the path to God.

Sent to France for the greater refinement of his faith, he endured without complaint interminable years of gruelling instruction in Catholic theology, but as soon as the Second World War broke out he grabbed the nearest bicycle, which with Irish wit he assured me was the property of a godless Protestant, and pedalled hell for leather across the Pyrenees to Lisbon. Stowing away on a tramper bound for Leopoldville as was, he evaded the attentions of a colonial government ill disposed towards stray white missionaries, and attached himself to a remote community of friars dedicated to bringing the One True Faith to the two hundred-odd tribes of the Eastern Congo, an ambitious commitment at any time. Those who now and then have accused me of impulsiveness need look no further than my dear late father on his heretic's pushbike.

Aided by native converts whose tongues the natural linguist swiftly made his own, he baked bricks and limed them with red mud trodden by his own feet, dug ditches in the hillside and installed latrines amid the banana groves. Next came the building: first the church, then the school with its twin bell tower, then the Mother Mary Clinic, then the fish-ponds and fruit and vegetable plantations to supply them, such being his true vocation as a peasant in a region lavishly endowed with Nature's riches whether you are talking cassava, papaya, maize, soya beans, quinine, or Kivu's wild strawberries which are the best in the world bar none. After all this came the Mission house itself, and behind the Mission house a low brick hostel with small windows high up for Mission servants.

In God's name he trekked hundreds of kilometres to remote patelins and mining settlements, never failing when opportunity arose to add another language to his ever-growing collection until a day when he returned to his Mission to find his fellow priests fled, the cows, goats and chickens stolen, the school and Mission house razed, the hospital pillaged, its nurses hamstrung, raped and slaughtered, and himself a prisoner of the last rag-tag elements of the fearsome Simba, a murderous rabble of misguided revolutionists whose sole aim, until their official extinction a few years previously, had been to visit death and mayhem on all perceived agents of colonisation, which could be anyone nominated by themselves, or by the guiding spirits of their long-deceased warrior ancestors.

As a general principle, it is true, the Simba stopped short of harming white priests, fearing that by doing so they would break the dawa that rendered themselves immune to flying bullets. In the case of my dear late father, however, his captors were quick to set aside their reservations, arguing that since he spoke their language as well as they did, he was plainly a black devil in disguise. Of his fortitude in captivity many inspiring anecdotes were later told. Whipped repeatedly in order to expose the true colour of his devil's skin, tortured and forced to witness the torturing of others, he proclaimed the Gospel and begged God's forgiveness for his tormentors. Whenever able, he went among his fellow prisoners, administering the Sacrament. Yet not the Holy Church in all its wisdom could have been prepared for the cumulative effect on him of these privations. Mortification of the flesh, we are taught, furthers the triumph of the spirit. Such however was not the case for my dear late father, who within months of his release had demonstrated the flaw in this convenient theory, and not merely with my dear late mother:

If there is divine purpose to your conception, son, he confided to me on his deathbed, resorting to his lovely Irish brogue lest his fellow priests should overhear him through the floorboards, it is to be found in that stinking prison hut and at the whipping post. The thought that I might die without knowing the consolation of a woman's body was the one torture I could not bear.

Her reward for producing me was as cruel as it was unjust. At my father's urging she set off for her home village with the intention of giving birth to me among her clan and tribe. But these were turbulent times for the Congo or, as General Mobutu insisted it be known, Zaire. In the name of Authenticity, foreign priests had been expelled for the crime of baptising babies with Western names, schools had been forbidden to teach the life of Jesus, and Christmas declared a normal working day. It was therefore not surprising that the elders of my mother's village baulked at the prospect of nurturing a white missionary's love-child whose presence among them could invite instant retribution, and accordingly sent the problem back to where it came from.

But the Mission Fathers were as reluctant as the village elders to receive us, referring my mother instead to a distant convent where she arrived with only hours to spare before my birth. Three months of tough love at the hands of the Carmelites were more than enough for her. Reasoning that they were better placed than she to provide me with a future, she consigned me to their mercy and, escaping at dead of night by way of the bath-house roof, crept back to her kin and family, who weeks afterwards were massacred in their entirety by an aberrant tribe, right down to my last grandparent, uncle, cousin, distant aunt and half- brother or sister.

A village headman's daughter, son, my father whispered through his tears, when I pressed him for details that might assist me in forming a mental picture of her to sustain me in my later years. I had taken shelter under his roof. She cooked our food and brought me the water to wash with. It was the generosity of her that overwhelmed me. He had eschewed the pulpit by then, and had no appetite for verbal pyrotechnics. Nevertheless the memory rekindled the Irishman's smouldering rhetorical fires: As tall as you'll be one day, son! As beautiful as all creation! How in God's name can they tell me you were born in sin? You were born in love, my son! There is no sin but hate!

The retribution meted out to my father by the Holy Church was less draconian than my mother's, but severe. One year in a Jesuit rehab penitentiary outside Madrid, two more as a worker-priest in a Marseilles slum, and only then back to the Congo he so unwisely loved. And how he swung it I don't know, and probably God doesn't either, but somewhere along his stony path he persuaded the Catholic orphanage that had custody of me to give me up to him. Thereafter the half-caste bastard who was Salvo trailed after him in the care of servants chosen for their age and ugliness, first in the guise of offspring of a deceased uncle, later as acolyte and server, until that fateful night of my tenth birthday when, conscious as much of his mortality as my ripening, he poured out his very human heart to me as described above, which I regarded, and still do, as the greatest compliment a father can pay to his accidental son.

The years following my dear late father's death did not pass smoothly for the orphaned Salvo, owing to the fact that the white missionaries viewed my continued presence among them as a festering affront, hence my Swahili nickname of mtoto wa siri or secret child. Africans maintain that we derive our spirit from our father and our blood from our mother, and that was my problem in a nutshell. Had my dear late father been black, I might have been tolerated as excess baggage. But he was white through and through, whatever the Simba might have thought, and Irish with it, and white missionaries, it is well known, do not engender babies on the side. The secret child might serve at priests' table and the altar, and attend their schools but, come the approach of an ecclesiastical dignitary of whatever colour, he was whisked to the Mission workers' hostel to be hidden until the threat blew over, which is neither to disparage the Brethren for their high-mindedness, nor to blame them for the occasionally excessive warmth of their regard. Unlike my dear late father, they had restricted themselves to their own gender when addressing their carnality: as witness Père André our great Mission orator who lavished more attention on me than I could comfortably accommodate, or Père François, who liked to think of André as his chosen friend and took umbrage at this flowering of affection. In our Mission school, meanwhile, I enjoyed neither the deference shown to our smattering of white children nor the comradeship owed me by my native peers. Little wonder then if I gravitated naturally towards the Mission servants' low brick hostel which, unbeknown to the Fathers, was the true hub of our community, the natural sanctuary for any passing traveller, and the trading point of oral information for miles around.

And it was there, curled up unnoticed on a wood pallet beside the brick chimney-breast, that I listened spellbound to the tales of itinerant huntsmen, witch doctors, spell-sellers, warriors and elders, scarcely venturing a word of my own for fear of being packed off to bed. It was there also that my ever- growing love of the Eastern Congo's many languages and dialects took root. Hoarding them as my dear late father's precious legacy, I covertly polished and refined them, storing them in my head as protection from I knew not what perils, pestering native and missionary alike for a nugget of vernacular or turn of phrase. In the privacy of my tiny cell I composed my own childish dictionaries by candlelight. Soon, these magic puzzle-pieces became my identity and refuge, the private sphere that nobody could take away from me and only the few enter.

And I have often wondered, as I wonder now, what course the secret child's life might have taken, had I been permitted to continue along this solitary and ambivalent path: and whether the pull of my mother's blood might have turned out to be stronger than my father's spirit. The question remains academic, however, since my dear late father's former brethren were energetically conspiring to be rid of me. My accusing skin colour, my versatility in languages, my cocky Irish manner and worst of all the good looks that, according to the Mission servants, I owed to my mother, were a daily reminder of his erring ways.

(Continues...)



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    Twenty-nine year old half-British half Congolese Bruno 'Salvo' Salvador earns a lucrative living as an interpreter of several African dialects. He is married to an upper crust Englishwoman Penelope and is in demand by corporations and the government for his language skills in Swahili and lesser known East Congolese dialects. Salvo lives a comfortable life at the top of London thanks to his roots of a missionary father mating with a Congolese villager. However, he also feels shallow as he enjoys the good life while he ignores the plight of his maternal people.-------------- At a black tie gala honoring his wife, a renowned tabloid reporter, Mr. Anderson sends Salvo from the party to work a covert mission. Salvo flies to a remote island to serve as interpreter for a group of African nationals who apparently plan to overthrow the corrupt Congolese government and bring needed stability to the region. Frightened by what he hears and fearful the plotters may eliminate any witness, Salvo wants to decamp, but also wants to help his people, but is not sure what is best for them.---------------- This is a terrific thriller that condemns attempts to ¿westernize¿ other regions of the world especially Africa while at the same protecting western business interests at the costs of the locals. The story line is action-packed but also contains John Le Carre¿s biting humor as he lampoons those who insist western democracies will save the world Mr. Le Carre pushes that first you must feed the person before you can teach them to fish so they can feed themselves. This is a great work starring a terrific protagonist with feet in two distinct words.---------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2008

    Fiction as Platform for Propaganda

    Le Carre, once again, has written political propaganda disguised as a spy thriller. I did not finish ¿Absolute Friends¿ because it was so obviously propaganda but, being a longtime Le Carre fan, I picked up ¿Mission Song¿ and began reading, hoping that he had returned to his previous style. Instead, I found another political ¿lesson¿ thinly disguised as fiction ¿ and not very good fiction at that. He¿s turned himself into a Taylor Caldwell or Ayn Rand, who wrote to convince others of their political beliefs. Le Carre¿s name will no longer be an automatic read for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2009

    Doesn't Disappoint

    Several of LaCarre's latest novels have been less engaging than his earlier ones. This isn't one of them. It was intriguing, unusual and thoroughly enjoyable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2009

    mediocre for la carre

    It read fast and was short. It was not nearly as deep as many of la carre's books. I did like it, though.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2009

    Typical John Le Carre

    As usual, the plot sounds so interesting, then he gets bogged down in the details. I havent' finished the book yet because it is so hard to read.

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  • Posted March 19, 2009

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    Mission Song Not Up to Le Carre Standards

    I have always enjoyed Le Carre but I did not find this to be as engrossing as his previous works that I have either read, listened to or watched. I found myself straining for the end of the story as I kept getting sidetracked easily while listening. I believe that some of my lack of interest came from the reader and not the story content. The one thing I did find this was very topical and current. It was right on for todays world.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2008

    One of the worst reads this year

    I was excited to be reading a new LeCarre. What a disapointment. I had to plod through to even finish the book. I felt as if John LeCarre had regressed to the language of a six year old who just learned new swear words. The plot was fragmented and hard to follow. At the end I was shaking my head as I felt that he got tired of writing and just was trying to figure out a way to get out of this mess of a book. I would not recommend this book to anyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2008

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    I picked up Mission Song and had not expected it to be much more than a semi-interesting read. However, with every page turn, I became more and more attached to the novel, and actually found it very difficult to put the book down. Since reading this book, I have highly recommended it to all my friends.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2007

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    Doesn't Le Carre know that his country is called 'The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northgern Ireland' and NOT 'the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland' as Salvo writes on p. 1? Or did we miss a joke?

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    BRITISH ACTOR GIVES FIRST-RATE NARRATION

    A British actor of Nigerian descent, David Oyelowo is making waves in the theatrical world. He is the first black actor to play an English king in a major Shakespeare production, and for that he won the Ian Charleson Award. His film credits include Kenneth Branagh's 'As You Like It.' A more perfect voice could not have been found to narrate Salvo's story. It is rich in timbre with perfect enunciation and a compelling quality that bids attention. Among his numerous authorial attributes John Le Carre also has the ability to create affecting, unforgettable protagonists - add Bruno Salvador, known as Salvo, to that list. Born 'the accidental son' of an Irish Catholic missionary and a teenage Congolese woman, he was consigned as a baby to the care of Carmelite nuns. Shortly after, his mother decided that three months of the nuns' tough love were more than enough for her, so she escaped 'at dead of night by way of the bath-house roof.' She returned to her family all of whom were soon killed by an enemy tribe. Life, merely existing was a challenge for Salvo but he gained an education at a mission school and later, with the help of his mentor, Brother Michael, learned how to be a professional interpreter in minority African languages. As our story opens he is in England, married to Penelope, an upper class white woman and a star reporter on a major newspaper. It was not a match made in heaven as 'Illegitimate sons-in-law of mixed race do not merge naturally into the social fabric of wealthy Surrey, and Penelope's parents were no exception to this time-honoured truism.' Penelope is often busy, tracking a lead story, too busy it seems to Salvo. That's not the case with Hannah, a lovely, sympathetic Congolese. Salvo is pleased when he's assigned to translate at a top secret conference between leaders in the Congo and a mining syndicate. It is here that he learns of the machinations and politicking that go on in closed door sessions. He realizes that the information he has gleaned could mean further disaster for the country of his birth. But, what can he do? The Mission Song is a captivating story written by a master. It is rich in achingly lovely pictures of Africa and chilling in descriptions of torture. His characters are unforgettable, etched in our minds by the pen of an author who, as someone has said, 'raised the contemporary spy novel to the level of fine literature.'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2007

    Not up to his reputation

    The plot is puzzling, certainly not a 'spy story' you would expect from LeCarre. I kept thinking it would get better so I kept reading but it did not -- too much detail about rendering translation. Too detailed about Eastern Congo tribes, customs, etc. unless perhaps you are Congophile.

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    A SPY NOVEL THAT IS FINE LITERATURE

    Among his numerous authorial attributes John Le Carre also has the ability to create affecting, unforgettable protagonists - add Bruno Salvador, known as Salvo, to that list. Born 'the accidental son' of an Irish Catholic missionary and a teenage Congolese woman, he was consigned as a baby to the care of Carmelite nuns. Shortly after, his mother decided that three months of the nuns' tough love were more than enough for her, so she escaped 'at dead of night by way of the bath-house roof.' She returned to her family all of whom were soon killed by an enemy tribe. Life, merely existing was a challenge for Salvo but he gained an education at a mission school and later, with the help of his mentor, Brother Michael, learned how to be a professional interpreter in minority African languages. As our story opens he is in England, married to Penelope, an upper class white woman and a star reporter on a major newspaper. It was not a match made in heaven as 'Illegitimate sons-in-law of mixed race do not merge naturally into the social fabric of wealthy Surrey, and Penelope's parents were no exception to this time-honoured truism.' Penelope is often busy, tracking a lead story, too busy it seems to Salvo. That's not the case with Hannah, a lovely, sympathetic Congolese. Salvo is pleased when he's assigned to translate at a top secret conference between leaders in the Congo and a mining syndicate. It is here that he learns of the machinations and politicking that go on in closed door sessions. He realizes that the information he has gleaned could mean further disaster for the country of his birth. But, what can he do? The Mission Song is a captivating story written by a master. It is rich in achingly lovely pictures of Africa and chilling in descriptions of torture. His characters are unforgettable, etched in our minds by the pen of an author who, as someone has said, 'raised the contemporary spy novel to the level of fine literature.' - Gail Cooke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2012

    Fascinatgi

    Le Carre's still the best!

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  • Posted January 12, 2012

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    Thouroughly enjoyable read

    This story is so well put together and beautifully written that it was music to my readers "ears". Salvo, the narrator and protaganist is sympathetic and embracable. You don't have to be a lover of "spy" novels to appreciate this one. You don't even have to get involved with the idea of "politics", "propaganda" and "anti-American message" some reviewers seem to find fault with. Just get to know the characters, let the story unfold and enjoy to fluency, emotion and craftmanship.

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  • Posted September 13, 2011

    Superb writing...but...

    I had not read a John Le Carre novel in some years prior to this one. In my younger days, I was a devout reader of his work, and considered him without peer in writing modern novels. Over the last 15-20 years, however, he seems to have become personally addled and virulently anti-American. So I stopped reading.

    I am glad I read this book. Once again, his prose seems to be a cross between poetry and literature, and he surely is without peer. A very compelling story, told in a way that has you reading into the wee hours of the night. A good read, definately worth doing.

    However, once again his current colors come out. It takes until page 206, but he has to get in an eeeevil American plot underway by neoconservatives et al, though Brits are equally at fault for bad behavior. Really, Mr Le Carre..give it a rest. It detracts from your work.

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  • Posted May 22, 2010

    Captivating!

    I loved this book. It was intriguing and brought up very real issues in terms of how dominant countries can influence and interfere in the politics of third-world countries for the purposes of money and power. This denies the reality of the lives of the less fortunate. This is also an interesting exploration of the interracial reality of the main character. It is very touching on many levels. Listening to the book rather than reading it really brought to life the main character, as it was read by a man with British and African heritage.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2010

    Book is Great, Audio Disappoints

    We like to listen to audio books on long car trips, and I bought this one with great anticipation. The story line is enthralling, and I liked the actor's facility with dialects and language nuances. However, there were far too many abrupt changes in volume. We were either straining forward to listen to the sub voce or blasted backward by the high energy, not very safe or fun in an automobile.

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  • Posted February 8, 2010

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    "Who's the pretty zebra anyway? The interpreter guy in the linoleum jacket?"

    I like John Le Carre as much as most readers. But there is, frankly, another author that comes to mind more than Le Carre: Graham Greene. If you liked Greene's OUR MAN IN HAVANA and A BURNT-OUT CASE, then Le Carre's Africa novel, THE MISSION SONG, is for you. ***

    I don't think that THE MISSION SONG is a parody or send-up of Graham Greene. It is rather a loving tribute from one British author to another. Here are some of the Greene elements: boys and girls educated by nuns and priests; sin as a necessary stage into sainthood; the Congo as a metaphor for the general human mystery of iniquity; a Catholic slant on everything; the bumbling good will of British intelligence services. ***

    The forces at work in THE MISSION SONG: Britain's national interests as pushed by a mysterious government organization; a religious leader, the Mwangaza (Enlightener) who will, when installed by a planned coup, bring peace and justice to Eastern Congo; the Syndicate, a western commercial group that can draw on armed mercenaries; the Alliance, three native groups around Lake Kivu and its tourist cities of Goma and Bukavu; and a little nobody, the novel's narrator, half-white, half-black ("zebra") Bruno Salvador aka Salvo. Salvo is a master of all Eastern Congo languages. Her Majesty's Governent recommends him to the Syndicate to interpret for a secret conference in northern Europe. There, if all goes well, pens will meet paper as all parties to a coming armed coup in Kivu reach agreement: the Syndicate, the Mwangaza and the Alliance. ***

    Naive young (age 29) Salvo begins his interpreting willingly in the hope that the Mwangaza, idolized by his Congolese nurse girlfriend, will impose his "middle way" on Kivu, bring peace and justice and assure that more of Kivu's mineral wealth reaches poor people by way of infrastructure, schools and hospitals. Meanwhile, as the corrupt national government in Kinshasa does nothing, 1,200 Congolese a day are being butchered in an endless war -- largely about control of boundless Eastern Congo/Kivu minerals. But Salvo quickly grows disillusioned, especially when Alliance leader Haj is tortured by the Syndicate to bring him into line. Is there a chance that Salvo can wreck the evil machinations of all parties to yet another rape of Kivu? To find out, read THE MISSION SONG. Watch as well the bonding and love/hate that develop between Salvo and Haj, the most difficult of the Alliance representatives for the Syndicate to corral. Haj's first private conversation with other Alliance delegates is secretly taped. And listen to what Salvo hears Haj say about Salvo: "Who's the pretty zebra anyway? The interpreter guy in the linoleum jacket?" ***

    This book deserves second and third readings. It is a masterly dissection of good and evil in Everyman's soul. -OOO-

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2009

    READER AND AUDIO

    POOR

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    Posted August 4, 2010

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