A Spy by Nature: A Novel [NOOK Book]

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This is what they told me a long time ago.
Only make contact in the event of an emergency.
Only telephone if you believe that your position has been fatally compromised.
Under no circumstances are you to approach us unless it is absolutely necessary in order to preserve the security of the operation.
This ...
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Overview


This is what they told me a long time ago.
Only make contact in the event of an emergency.
Only telephone if you believe that your position has been fatally compromised.
Under no circumstances are you to approach us unless it is absolutely necessary in order to preserve the security of the operation.
This is the number.

Alec Milius is young, smart, and ambitious.  He also has a talent for deception.  He is working in a dead-end job when a chance encounter leads him to MI6, the elite British Secret Intelligence Service, handing him an opportunity to play center-stage in a dangerous game of espionage.
In his new line of work, Alec finds that the difference between the truth and a lie can mean the difference between life and death—and he is having trouble telling them apart.  Isolated and exposed, he must play a role in which the slightest glance or casual remark can seem heavy with unintended menace.  Caught between British and American Intelligence, Alec finds himself threatened and alone, unable to confide in even his closest friend.  His life as a spy begins to exact a terrible price, both on himself and on those around him.
Richly atmospheric and chillingly plausible, A Spy By Nature announces the arrival of British author Charles Cumming as heir apparent to masters like John le Carré and Len Deighton.  A bestseller in England, it’s the gripping story of a young man driven by ruthless ambition who finds himself chasing not just success, but survival. Look out for Charles Cumming's next novel, The Trinity Six, in March.  William Boyd calls The Trinity Six "Utterly absorbing and compelling. A brilliant re-imagining of events surrounding the notorious Cambridge spy-ring."

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“A pulsating thriller… The author transforms the mundane — transmitting a fax, playing tennis, attending a dinner party — into tension-packed scenarios." -- Entertainment Weekly "Well researched and deftly plotted ... a book one would be seriously annoyed to have to put down." -- The Telegraph "Cumming's supremely intelligent and utterly readable debut will delight fans of such British masters of spy fiction as John le Carré, Robert Ludlum and Len Deighton... Smartly paced and intricately plotted." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429917124
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 7/10/2007
  • Series: Alec Milius , #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 53,265
  • Product dimensions: 6.12 (w) x 9.25 (h) x 1.25 (d)
  • File size: 466 KB

Meet the Author


CHARLES CUMMING is the author of the international bestselling thrillers A Spy By Nature, The Spanish Game, and Typhoon. A former British Secret Service recruit, he is a contributing editor of The Week magazine and currently lives in London.
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Chapter One An Exploratory Conversation The door leading into the building is plain and unadorned, save for one highly polished handle. No sign outside saying foreign and commonwealth office, no hint of top brass. There is a small ivory bell on the right-hand side, and I push it. The door, thicker and heavier than it appears, is opened by a fit-looking man of retirement age, a uniformed policeman on his last assignment. "Good afternoon, sir." "Good afternoon. I have an interview with Mr. Lucas at two o'clock." "The name, sir?" "Alec Milius." "Yes, sir." This almost condescending. I have to sign my name in a book and then he hands me a security dog tag on a silver chain, which I slip into the hip pocket of my suit trousers. "Just take a seat beyond the stairs. Someone will be down to see you in a moment." The wide, high-ceilinged hall beyond the reception area exudes all the splendor of imperial England. A vast paneled mirror dominates the far side of the room, flanked by oil portraits of gray-eyed, long-dead diplomats. Its soot-flecked glass reflects the bottom of a broad staircase, which drops down in right angles from an unseen upper story, splitting left and right at ground level. Arranged around a varnished table beneath the mirror are two burgundy leather sofas, one of which is more or less completely occupied by an overweight, lonely-looking man in his late twenties. Carefully, he reads and rereads the same page of the same section of The Times, crossing and uncrossing his legs as his bowels swim in caffeine and nerves. I sit down on the sofa opposite his. Five minutes pass. On the table the fat man has laid down a strip of passport photographs, little color squares of himself in a suit, probably taken in a booth at Waterloo station sometime early this morning. A copy of The Daily Telegraph lies folded and unread beside the photographs. Bland nonstories govern its front page: IRA hints at new ceasefire; rail sell-off will go ahead; 56 percent of British policemen want to keep their traditional bobbies' helmets. I catch the fat man looking at me, a quick spot-check glance between rivals. Then he looks away, shamed. His skin is drained of ultraviolet, a gray flannel face raised on nerd books and Panorama. Black oily Oxbridge hair. "Mr. Milius?" A young woman has appeared on the staircase wearing a neat red suit. She is unflustered, professional, demure. As I stand up, Fat Man eyes me with wounded suspicion, like someone on his lunch break cut in line at the bank. "If you'd like to come with me. Mr. Lucas will see you now." This is where it begins. Following three steps behind her, garbling platitudes, adrenaline surging, her smooth calves lead me up out of the hall. More oil paintings line the ornate staircase. Running a bit late today. Oh, that's okay. Did you find us all right? Yes. "Mr. Lucas is just in here." Prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet. A firm handshake. Late thirties. I had expected someone older. Christ, his eyes are blue. I've never seen a blue like that. Lucas is dense boned and tanned, absurdly handsome in an old-fashioned way. He is in the process of growing a mustache, which undercuts the residual menace in his face. There are black tufts sprouting on his upper lip, cut-rate Errol Flynn. He offers me a drink, an invitation seconded by the woman in red, who seems almost offended when I refuse. "Are you sure?" she says, as if I have broken with sacred tradition. Never accept tea or coffee at an interview. They'll see your hand shaking when you drink it. "Absolutely, yes." She withdraws and Lucas and I go into a large, sparsely furnished room nearby. He has not yet stopped looking at me, not out of laziness or rudeness but purely because he is a man entirely at ease when it comes to staring at people. He's very good at it. He says, "Thank you for coming today." And I say, "It's a pleasure. Thank you for inviting me. It's a great privilege to be here." There are two armchairs in the room, upholstered in the same burgundy leather as the sofas downstairs. A large bay window looks out over the tree-lined Mall, feeding weak, broken sunlight into the room. Lucas has a broad oak desk covered in neat piles of paper and a framed black-and-white photograph of a woman whom I take to be his wife. "Have a seat." I drop down low into the leather, my back to the window. There is a coffee table in front of me, an ashtray, and a closed red file. Lucas occupies the chair opposite mine. As he sits down, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket for a pen, retrieving a blue Mont Blanc. I watch him, freeing the trapped flaps of my jacket and bringing them back across my chest. The little physical tics that precede an interview. "Milius. It's an unusual name." "Yes." "Your father, he was from the Eastern bloc?" "His father. Not mine. Came over from Lithuania in 1940. My family have lived in Britain ever since." Lucas writes something down on a brown clipboard braced between his thighs. "I see. Why don't we begin by talking about your present job. The CEBDO. That's not something I've heard much about." All job interviews are lies. They begin with the résumé, a sheet of word-processed fictions. About halfway down mine, just below the name and address, Philip Lucas has read the following sentence: I have been employed as a Marketing Consultant at the Central European Business Development Organization (CEBDO) for the past eleven months. Elsewhere, lower down, are myriad falsehoods: periods of work experience on national newspapers ("Could you do some photocopying please?"); a season as a waiter at a leading Genevan hotel; eight weeks at a London law firm; the inevitable charity work. The truth is that CEBDO is run out of a small, cramped garage in a mews off Edgware Road. The kitchen doubles for a toilet; if somebody has a crap, no one can make a cup of tea for ten minutes. There are five of us: Nik (the boss), Henry, Russell, myself, and Anna. It's very simple. We sit on the phone all day talking to businessmen in central--and now eastern--Europe. I try to persuade them to part with large sums of money, in return for which we promise to place an advertisement for their operation in a publication known as the Central European Business Review. This, I tell my clients, is a quarterly magazine that enjoys a global circulation of four hundred thousand copies, "distributed free around the world." Working purely on commission I can make anything from two to three hundred pounds a week, sometimes more, peddling this story. Nik, I estimate, makes seven or eight times that amount. His only overheads, apart from telephone calls and electricity, are printing costs. These are paid to his brother-in-law who desktop publishes five hundred copies of the Central European Business Review four times a year. These he posts to a few selected embassies across Europe and to all the clients who have placed advertisements in the magazine. Any spares, he throws in the bin. On paper, it's legal. I look Lucas directly in the eye. "The CEBDO is a fledgling organization that advises new businesses in central--and now eastern--Europe about the perils and pitfalls of the free market." He taps his jaw with the bulbous fountain pen. "And it's entirely funded by private individuals? There's no grant from the EC?" "That's right." "Who runs it?" "Nikolas Jarolmek. A Pole. His family have lived in Britain since the war." "And how did you get the job?" "Through the Guardian. I responded to an advertisement." "Against how many other candidates?" "I couldn't say. I was told about a hundred and fifty." "Could you describe an average day at the office?" "Broadly speaking, I act in an advisory capacity, either by speaking to people on the telephone and answering any questions they may have about setting up in business in the UK or by writing letters in response to written queries. I'm also responsible for editing our quarterly magazine, the Central European Business Review. That lists a number of crucial contact organizations that might prove useful to small businesses that are just starting out. It also gives details of tax arrangements in this country, language schools, that kind of thing." "I see. It would be helpful if you could send me a copy." "Of course." To explain why I am here. The interview was set up on the recommendation of a man I barely know, a retired diplomat named Michael Hawkes. Six weeks ago I was staying at my mother's house in Somerset for the weekend, and he came to dinner. He was, she informed me, an old university friend of my father's. Until that night I had never met Hawkes, had never heard my mother mention his name. She said that he had spent a lot of time with her and Dad when they were first married in the 1960s. But when the Foreign Office posted him to Moscow, the three of them had lost touch. All this was before I was born. Hawkes retired from the Diplomatic Service earlier this year to take up a directorship at a British oil company called Abnex. I don't know how Mum tracked down his phone number, but he showed up for dinner alone, no wife, on the stroke of eight o'clock. There were other guests there that night, bankers and insurance brokers in bulletproof tweeds, but Hawkes was a thing apart. He had a blue silk cravat slung around his neck like a noose and a pair of velvet loafers embroidered on the toe with an elaborate coat of arms. There was nothing ostentatiously debonair about any of this, nothing vain; it just looked as if he hadn't taken them off in twenty years. He was wearing a washed-out blue shirt with fraying collar and cuffs and stained silver cuff links that looked as though they had been in his family since the Opium Wars. In short, we got on. We sat next to each other at dinner and talked for close on three hours about everything from politics to infidelity. Three days after the party my mother told me that she had spotted Hawkes in her local supermarket, stocking up on Stolichnaya and tomato juice. Almost immediately, like a task, he asked her if I had ever thought of "going in for the Foreign Office." My mother said that she didn't know. "Ask him to give me a ring if he's interested." So on the telephone that night my mother did what mothers are supposed to do. "You remember Michael, who came to dinner?" "Yes," I said, stubbing out a cigarette. "He likes you. Thinks you should try out for the Foreign Office." "He does?" "What an opportunity, Alec. To serve Queen and Country." I nearly laughed at this, but checked it out of respect for her old-fashioned convictions. "Mum," I said, "an ambassador is an honest man sent abroad to lie for the good of his country." She sounded impressed. "Who said that?" "I don't know." "Anyway, Michael says to give him a ring if you're interested. I've got the number. Fetch a pen." I tried to stop her. I didn't like the idea of her putting shape on my life, but she was insistent. "Not everyone gets a chance like this. You're twenty-four now. You've only got that small amount of money your father left you in his Paris account. It's time you started thinking about a career and stopped working for that crooked Pole." I argued with her a little more, just enough to convince myself that if I went ahead it would be of my own volition and not because of some parental arrangement. Then, two days later, I rang Hawkes. It was shortly after nine o'clock in the morning. He answered after one ring, the voice crisp and alert. "Michael. It's Alec Milius." "Hello." "About the conversation you had with my mother." "Yes." "In the supermarket." "You want to go ahead?" "If that's possible. Yes." His manner was strangely abrupt. No friendly chat, no excess fat. "I'll talk to one of my colleagues. They'll be in touch." "Good. Thanks." Three days later a letter arrived in a plain white envelope marked private and confidential. Foreign and Commonwealth Office No. 46A------Terrace London SW1 PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL Dear Mr. Milius, It has been suggested to me that you might be interested to have a discussion with us about fast-stream appointments in government service in the field of foreign affairs which occasionally arise in addition to those covered by the Open Competition to the Diplomatic Service. This office has a responsibility for recruitment to such appointments. If you would like to take this possibility further, I should be grateful if you would please complete the enclosed form and return it to me. Provided that there is an appointment for which you appear potentially suitable, I shall then invite you to an exploratory conversation at this office. Your travel expenses will be refunded at the rate of a standard return rail fare plus tube fares. I should stress that your acceptance of this invitation will not commit you in any way, nor will it affect your candidature for any government appointments for which you may apply or have applied. As this letter is personal to you, I should be grateful if you could respect its confidentiality. Yours sincerely, Philip Lucas Recruitment Liaison Office Enclosed was a standard-issue, four-page application form: name and address, education, brief employment history, and so on. I completed it within twenty-four hours--replete with lies--and sent it back to Lucas. He replied by return post, inviting me to the meeting. Copyright © 2001 by Charles Cumming. All rights reserved.
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  • Posted April 11, 2010

    Not Bad

    I stumbled upon this book by accident. First off, I would say that this is not a typical spy novel (though I haven`t read many of those). The main character, Alec Milius, is more of an antihero, someone that I found very hard to symphatize with. But then again, he seemed more real than most spy heroes are - he seemed like one of us (a God brought down to Earth and crushed to mere human in front of our eyes - hm, I am not sure that we like that).
    The story is also, I would say, slower-paced and less action-packed than the average spy book. I personally didn`t mind that, but I can imagine that some do. That, everyone has to decide for her/himself.
    I liked the author`s style, short, succinct,efficient, it suited the theme very well. Sometimes it could gave read better...but this, I think, was the author`s first novel, so we have to cut him some slack there.
    Anyway, I spent a cozy, rainy day with this book, and I liked it.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 28, 2009

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    A Good Spy Tale

    When writing a spy novel, the author hopefully looks to be original, thus avoiding what we have already seen many times. Cummings is very original in this one, creating a spy whose perspective is much different than that of the typical guy. Alec Milius is a temporary spy, on probation to see if he can make the grade. But he finds to his dismay and danger that he is being used on many levels. There is the usual deceit and betrayal, but we find it from surprising corners. Given his effort to do something different, Cummings takes chances, and expects the reader to indulge him as he does. In this respect I think he overestimates his reader, as some of his approaches require more patience than most readers can provide.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2009

    Worst Book Ever

    I have never bothered to write a review before, but I had to warn as many people as possible how LAME this book is

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 9, 2009

    An underwhelming adventure

    I remember how excited I was to see Star Wars Episode 1. I couldn't wait for the sweet action sequences and all the fun of a good Star Wars movie. What I wasn't ready for was the tedium of dialogue that took up a good half of the movie. Such a disappointment. It¿s exactly how I felt when I finished this book. When I pick up a spy book, I expect a little espionage, a little edge-of-your-seat excitement, and although this book delivered on the former, it failed on the latter. There was such a great deal of character development, that the story seemed to be pushed off to the side. Now don¿t get me wrong, I am a huge fan of character development, but not in replacement of story. There isn¿t even a really good mystery. If the point of this lack of typical spy plot was done purposefully, it should have been made a little more obvious to the reader. It was a decent read, but ultimately left me very unsatisfied with the ending.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2011

    Maybe the worst read ever.....

    I got this as a "Free Friday" book for my Nook.

    I got what I paid for.....

    I am a big fan of espionage books so this looked like an interesting read.

    The story was disjointed and I really doubt people get killed over an oil field report.

    It was completely unbelievable.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 15, 2011

    Not a typical spy novel

    For me, this book was a big yawn. I picked it up because the title suggested an action-packed spy novel - wrong! This book is about the psychosis of a young industrial spy asked to funnel dis-information to an American oil company. Unfortunately, it's devoid of action and way too heavy on the thought process of a young person with an inferiority complex. There is an old adage that says "you can't judge a book by its cover." Oh so true in this case.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 6, 2011

    Tedious snoozefest

    Title says it all.. I wanted to like it, and the first 1/3 showed promise, but there was no tension, no sense of high stakes, no real effective conflict (I felt his inner conflict to be over the top), and a horrible ending...

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2012

    MESS HALL

    YOU EAT HERE

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 9, 2011

    More Cerebral than Action Packed

    While many people might be looking for more action in their spy novels, I liked this book as it was more on the cerebral side.what was driving Alec Milius to make the decisions he did. I found there was enough drama and twists to keep my interest to the very end. I like the author's writing style enough that I will try another of his books.

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  • Posted June 7, 2009

    Junior John LeCarre Wanna-be

    Starts out giving the impression it is going to develop into something intriguing and interesting. Unfortunately, it doesn't. Well-written in parts, but ultimately comes across as more than a bit trivial. Redundanty overdevelops the same social situation. Parts of it are entertaining, however.
    Same central plot device is done much better in "Duplicity", and you get to watch Julia Roberts and Clive Owens. Some tangential spycraft trivia seems to sort of pay homage to LeCarre.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    terrific espionage thriller

    In London twenty-four years old marketing consultant Alec Milius works for Central European Business Review selling advertising space to the new capitalists in that region. Alec understands the dubious meaninglessness of his vocation, but it pays the bills so even as his theme song is ¿We¿ve Got to Get Out of this Place¿, he feels he has no options if he wants to eat. That is until a member of the Secret Intelligence Service (SIS) M16 meets him and hires him. As a rookie, they place Alec undercover with a British oil company his real job to support another agent as needed. Alec enjoys the duality of his duplicity until the seemingly safe mission turns dangerous due to double and triple crosses that leave the rookie exposed in the cold with neither friend, family or British and American Intelligence to bring him home safely because he trusts no one. --- A SPY BY NATURE is a terrific espionage thriller that stars a delightful protagonist who gets what he wishes for, a little excitement in his life. However, little turns into Mt. Everest as Alec is caught in a horrific spy vs. spy fiasco caused when the Yanks and the Brits fail at sharing information with both sides of the Anglo-Atlantic wanting to look superior so it costs a SIS tyro his life. Charles Cumming¿s tale will remind readers of TV¿ Secret Agent Man even with a bungling neophyte muddling to survive the dangerous middle. --- Harriet Klausner

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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