The Unlikely Spy

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In wartime," Winston Churchill wrote, "truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies." For Britain's counterintelligence operations, this meant finding the unlikeliest agent imaginable-a history professor named Alfred Vicary, handpicked by Churchill himself to expose a highly dangerous, but unknown, traitor. The Nazis, however, have also chosen an unlikely agent: Catherine Blake, a beautiful widow of a war hero, a hospital volunteer-and a Nazi spy under direct orders from Hitler ...

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Overview

In wartime," Winston Churchill wrote, "truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies." For Britain's counterintelligence operations, this meant finding the unlikeliest agent imaginable-a history professor named Alfred Vicary, handpicked by Churchill himself to expose a highly dangerous, but unknown, traitor. The Nazis, however, have also chosen an unlikely agent: Catherine Blake, a beautiful widow of a war hero, a hospital volunteer-and a Nazi spy under direct orders from Hitler to uncover the Allied plans for D-Day...

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Will Nazi spies escape from Britain with Allied plans for the imminent invasion of Normandy? As history tells us, obviously not-so the challenge for veteran journalist and CNN producer Silva in his first novel is to brew up enough intrigue and tension to make readers forget the obvious. While Silva employs multiple characters and settings, his key players are an English counterintelligence officer and a beautiful Nazi spy. Alfred Vicary is an academic recruited to work for MI5. The intelligence reports he fabricates and sends to Germany are designed to persuade the Nazis that their utterly compromised spy network, the Abwehr, is still fully operational. MI5 learns, however, that the Abwehr has been keeping a few sleeper operatives under deep cover throughout the war. Now they pose a serious threat to the invasion plans. One of these operatives is Catherine Blake, a ruthless assassin and spy. Her assignment is to become romantically involved with Peter Jordan, an American engineer working on a top-secret D-Day project. Will Vicary be able to stop her? Silva's characters are strong; but, despite occasional bursts of high suspense and a body count to remember, his overall pacing is uneven, and most readers won't forget that D-Day succeeded. The final plot twist, moreover, while unpredictable, seems more logical than shocking. Silva's debut will find an audience among devoted readers of WWII thrillers, and deservedly so, but he's not yet on a par with such masters of the genre as Ken Follett, Robert Harris and Jack Higgins. 150,000 first printing; $150,000 ad/promo; BOMC alternate selection; Reader's Digest Condensed Book selection; simultaneous BDD audio; foreign rights to 16 countries; author tour. (Jan.)
Library Journal
This first novel, in which a treacherous Nazi female is pursued by a former American history professor during World War II, is scheduled for an unusually high first printing: 150,000 copies. Note the book's advertising tag line: "One man can't win the war, but one woman can lose it."
Kirkus Reviews
Television producer Silva delivers a fine, old-fashioned WW II debut thriller that pits an English don against Admiral Wilhelm Canaris's Abwehr—in a deadly contest of wits on the eve of the Allied invasion of occupied Europe.

Recruited for the War Office's MI5 by his friend Winston Churchill, Alfred Vicary (a shrewd history professor who was badly wounded as a behind-the-lines courier during WW I) is assigned early in 1944 to a hush-hush effort to mislead Hitler's intelligence services concerning D-day's primary target. While the bachelor academic employs captured German spies to transmit disinformation to Berlin, radio intercepts confirm that a sleeper agent has been activated to determine where the amphibious assault will come ashore. Despite a discouraging lack of leads, Vicary sets about tracking down the hitherto unsuspected operative (a murderous young woman long established in London under the name Catherine Blake) and the Wehrmacht veteran parachuted in to give her a hand. Dogged police work eventually puts counterespionage watchers on Catherine's trail but not before she beds a susceptible US Navy officer. Aware that the besotted Yank's knowledge could put SHAEF's greatest secret in enemy hands, Vicary coolly blackmails him into cooperating in the ongoing deception. Before he can roll up the network, however, Catherine's alert accomplice verifies that MI5 is on to them. Leaving a slew of bodies in their wake, the two bolt for a U-boat waiting offshore. Although the fugitives are prevented from escaping the British Isles or reporting what they know, Vicary is found wanting by his superiors. Only after Allied forces are marching through France to the Rhineland does Vicary learn that he played a vital role in an endgame more duplicitous than any the department's workaday treacheries had prepared him for.

A fine, twisty tale of military intelligence, notable for graceful prose, credibly motivated characters, and evocative detail.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780451209306
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 4/22/2003
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 752
  • Sales rank: 83,290
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 7.30 (h) x 1.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Daniel Silva is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Moscow Rules and 10 other international bestselling spy novels. Best known for his Gabriel Allon series, his books are translated into more than 25 languages. Silva lives in the Georgetown neighborhood of Washington DC with his wife, NBC Today National Correspondent Jamie Gangel and their twins Lily and Nicholas.
Photo of the author: John Earle, photographer

Biography

Daniel Silva was attending graduate school in San Francisco when United Press International offered him a temporary job covering the 1984 Democratic National Convention. Later that year, the wire service offered him full-time employment; he quit grad school and went to work for UPI -- first in San Francisco, then in Washington, D.C., and finally as a Middle East Correspondent posted in Cairo. While covering the Iran-Iraq War in 1987, he met NBC correspondent Jamie Gangel. They married, and Silva returned to Washington to take a job with CNN.

Silva was still at CNN when, with the encouragement of his wife, he began work on his first novel, a WWII espionage thriller. Published in 1997, The Unlikely Spy became a surprise bestseller and garnered critical acclaim. ("Evocative... memorable..." said The Washington Post; "Briskly suspenseful," raved The New York Times). On the heels of this somewhat unexpected success, Silva quit his job to concentrate on writing.

Other books followed, all earning respectable reviews; but it was Silva's fourth novel that proved to be his big breakthrough. Featuring a world-famous art restorer and sometime Israeli agent named Gabriel Allon, The Kill Artist (2000) fired public imagination and soared to the top of the bestseller charts. Gabriel Allon has gone on to star in several sequels, and his creator has become one of our foremost novelists of espionage intrigue, earning comparisons to such genre superstars as John Le Carré. Frederick Forsythe, and Robert Ludlum. Silva's books have been translated into more than 25 languages and have been published around the world.

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Suffolk, England: November 1938


Beatrice Pymm died because she missed the last bus to Ipswich.

Twenty minutes before her death she stood at the dreary bus stop and read the timetable in the dim light of the village's single street lamp. In a few months the lamp would be extinguished to conform with the blackout regulations. Beatrice Pymm would never know of the blackout.

For now, the lamp burned just brightly enough for Beatrice to read the faded timetable. To see it better she stood on tiptoe and ran down the numbers with the end of a paint-smudged forefinger. Her late mother always complained bitterly about the paint. She thought it unladylike for one's hand to be forever soiled. She had wanted Beatrice to take up a neater hobby — music, volunteer work, even writing, though Beatrice's mother didn't hold with writers.

"Damn," Beatrice muttered, forefinger still glued to the timetable. Normally she was punctual to a fault. In a life without financial responsibility, without friends, without family, she had erected a rigorous personal schedule. Today, she had strayed from it — painted too long, started back too late.

She removed her hand from the timetable and brought it to her cheek, squeezing her face into a look of worry. Your father's face, her mother had always said with despair — a broad flat forehead, a large noble nose, a receding chin. At just thirty, hair prematurely shot with gray.

She worried about what to do. Her home in Ipswich was at least five miles away, too far to walk. In the early evening there might still be light traffic on the road. Perhaps someone would give her alift.

She let out a long frustrated sigh. Her breath froze, hovered before her face, then drifted away on a cold wind from the marsh. The clouds shattered and a bright moon shone through. Beatrice looked up and saw a halo of ice floating around it. She shivered, feeling the cold for the first time.

She picked up her things: a leather rucksack, a canvas, a battered easel. She had spent the day painting along the estuary of the River Orwell. Painting was her only love and the landscape of East Anglia her only subject matter. It did lead to a certain repetitiveness in her work. Her mother liked to see people in art — street scenes, crowded cafés. Once she even suggested Beatrice spend some time in France to pursue her painting. Beatrice refused. She loved the marshlands and the dikes, the estuaries and the broads, the fen land north of Cambridge, the rolling pastures of Suffolk.

She reluctantly set out toward home, pounding along the side of the road at a good pace despite the weight of her things. She wore a mannish cotton shirt, smudged like her fingers, a heavy sweater that made her feel like a toy bear, a reefer coat too long in the sleeves, trousers tucked inside Wellington boots. She moved beyond the sphere of yellow lamplight; the darkness swallowed her. She felt no apprehension about walking through the dark in the countryside. Her mother, fearful of her long trips alone, warned incessantly of rapists. Beatrice always dismissed the threat as unlikely.

She shivered with the cold. She thought of home, a large cottage on the edge of Ipswich left to her by her mother. Behind the cottage, at the end of the garden walk, she had built a light-splashed studio, where she spent most of her time. It was not uncommon for her to go days without speaking to another human being.

All this, and more, her killer knew.

After five minutes of walking she heard the rattle of an engine behind her. A commercial vehicle, she thought. An old one, judging by the ragged engine note. Beatrice watched the glow of the headlamps spread like sunrise across the grass on either side of the roadway. She heard the engine lose power and begin to coast. She felt a gust of wind as the vehicle swept by. She choked on the stink of the exhaust.

Then she watched as it pulled to the side of the road and stopped.

The hand, visible in the bright moonlight, struck Beatrice as odd. It poked from the driver's-side window seconds after the van had stopped and beckoned her forward. A thick leather glove, Beatrice noted, the kind used by workmen who carry heavy things. A workman's overall — dark blue, maybe.

The hand beckoned once more. There it was again — something about the way it moved wasn't quite right. She was an artist, and artists know about motion and flow. And there was something else. When the hand moved it exposed the skin between the end of the sleeve and the base of the glove. Even in the poor light Beatrice could see the skin was pale and hairless — not like the wrist of any workman she had ever seen — and uncommonly slender.

Still, she felt no alarm. She quickened her pace and reached the passenger door in a few steps. She pulled open the door and set her things on the floor in front of the seat. Then she looked up into the van for the first time and noticed the driver was gone.

Beatrice Pymm, in the final conscious seconds of her life, wondered why anyone would use a van to carry a motorcycle. It was there, resting on its side in the back, two jerry cans of petrol next to it.

Still standing next to the van, she closed the door and called out. There was no answer.

Seconds later she heard the sound of a leather boot on gravel.

She heard the sound again, closer.

She turned her head and saw the driver standing there. She looked to the face and saw only a black woolen mask. Two pools of pale blue stared coldly behind the eyeholes. Feminine-looking lips, parted slightly, glistened behind the slit for the mouth.

Beatrice opened her mouth to scream. She managed only a brief gasp before the driver rammed a gloved hand into her mouth. The fingers dug into the soft flesh of her throat. The glove tasted horribly of dust, petrol, and dirty motor oil. Beatrice gagged, then vomited the remains of her picnic lunch — roast chicken, Stilton cheese, red wine.

Then she felt the other hand probing around her left breast. For an instant Beatrice thought her mother's fears about rape had finally been proved correct. But the hand touching her breast was not the hand of a molester or a rapist. The hand was skilled, like a doctor's, and curiously gentle. It moved from her breast to her ribs, pressing hard. Beatrice jerked, gasped, and bit down harder. The driver seemed not to feel it through the thick glove.

The hand reached the bottom of her ribs and probed the soft flesh at the top of her abdomen. It went no farther. One finger remained pressed against the spot. Beatrice heard a sharp click.

An instant of excruciating pain, a burst of brilliant white light.

Then, a benevolent darkness.

The killer had trained endlessly for this night, but it was the first time. The killer removed the gloved hand from the victim's mouth, turned, and was violently sick. There was no time for sentiment. The killer was a soldier — a major in the secret service — and Beatrice Pymm soon would be the enemy. Her death, while unfortunate, was necessary.

The killer wiped away the vomit from the lips of the mask and set to work, taking hold of the stiletto and pulling. The wound sucked hard but the killer pulled harder, and the stiletto slipped out.

An excellent kill, clean, very little blood.

Vogel would be proud.

The killer wiped the blood from the stiletto, snapped the blade back into place, and put it in the pocket of the overall. Then the killer grasped the body beneath the arms, dragged it to the rear of the van, and dumped it on the crumbling edge of the tarmac.

The killer opened the rear doors. The body convulsed.

It was a struggle to lift the body into the back of the van, but after a moment it was done. The engine hesitated, then fired. Then the van was on the move again, flashing through the darkened village and turning onto the deserted roadway.

The killer, composed despite the presence of the body, quietly sang a song from childhood to help pass the time. It was a long drive, four hours at least. During the preparation the killer had driven the route by motorcycle, the same bike that now lay beside Beatrice Pymm. The drive would take much longer in the van. The engine had little power, the brakes were bad, and it pulled hard to the right.

The killer vowed to steal a better one next time.

Stab wounds to the heart, as a rule, do not kill instantly. Even if the weapon penetrates a chamber, the heart usually continues to beat for some time until the victim bleeds to death.

As the van clattered along the roadway, Beatrice Pymm's chest cavity rapidly filled with blood. Her mind approached something close to a coma. She had some sense she was about to die.

She remembered her mother's warnings about being alone late at night. She felt the wet stickiness of her own blood seeping out of her body into her shirt. She wondered if her painting had been damaged.

She heard singing. Beautiful singing. It took some time, but she finally discerned that the driver was not singing in English. The song was German, the voice a woman's.

Then Beatrice Pymm died.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2007

    Very interesting...once I got into it

    Having read all of Silva's other books, I thought I should go back and read his first one. At a recent book-signing he said it was his favorite one so I thought I'd give it a shot. The story is great and the characters are very interesting. The only gripe I have is that it seemed like on every other page another character was introduced and it was a bit confusing at first to figure out who was who. 'I would've liked a 'cast of characters' page to help out. Yet, once I got into the story it was excellent. If you decide to read it, give it a bit before giving up...it gets easier as it goes along.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2005

    Avid reader

    I read a lot of espionnage and really enjoyed this one. Of course, we all know how the war turned out, so you have to make the bad guys have some redeeming qualities or it would be a history book. The people who only rated this one or two stars just don't get it!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2004

    A good espionage thriller!

    This was my first read by Daniel Silva,and it wont be my last.He had me 'hooked',from the first page.The characters are interesting .there is good plots ,and some sex also.I think Mr Silva is way better than Ken Follett!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2002

    Too predictable by far

    The New York Times Book Review called this connect-the-dots writing and boy were they right. You can see the 'twist' ending coming a mile away. Even worse, the book is wildly unfocused. Whom exactly are you gonna root for -- bookworm Vicary or dashing, sexy, Nazi-hating Catherine Blake? Read 'Gathering of Spies' instead. It's plot is just as goofy and predictable but at least that German lady spy defies our expectations.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 1999

    Excellent Plot and Well Written

    The author selected a great plot, holding the reader right through to the end. Thoroughly enjoyable and well written.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 26, 2014

    Great story

    This is a great story but too many characters. The only thing I don't like about books set in other countries is that some of the terms or language is not familiar. Other than that I was interested to read what happens. As with a lot of books, the preview turns out to be better than some of the following story which tends to drag a bit but then sgets better again the further into the story you get. I wish he had done more with the american story line as those characters seemed relateable and interesting to me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2014

    Devil

    It doesnt seem likely that Silv will be joining us tonight.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2014

    Steel

    Walks in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2014

    Evron

    Walks in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2014

    Anna

    So sorry i havent been on!)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2014

    Dr. Keith

    Gets a shot and says."This shot will make you sleepy and eventually pass." I say informing her "Ready?"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2014

    I Also Recommend:

    wow good book

    wow good book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2014

    Very Highly Recommended

    This was a fantastic book. I loved the fact that we learned about the spy networks of both the allies and the Nazis. It was fascinating and exciting. Wonderful book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2013

    COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN

    Pulls you in and does not let go. A thrill ride.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2013

    Novel and history

    First rate as always,, you feel these people .

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  • Posted July 20, 2013

    This book was excellent. It was a thriller from the beginning to

    This book was excellent. It was a thriller from the beginning to end. If you like spy novels, you will love this one. I didn't want the book to end.
    I didn't want to see Catherine Blake captured, because although she was a killer, she was described as a beautiful woman. This was my first book by Daniel Silva, but it won't be my last. He is a great author!.

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  • Posted March 24, 2013

    Very good spy book. I have read many that have followed this one

    Very good spy book. I have read many that have followed this one by Daniel Silva. 

    I like the premise of the hero Gabriel Allon being a master painting restorer and artist at heart, but strictly impassionate when called to duty.

    The book held me and was suspenseful.

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  • Posted July 10, 2012

    I thought this book was excellent. As a fan of Silva's work, I t

    I thought this book was excellent. As a fan of Silva's work, I thought it a good idea to read his first novel in anticipation of Fallen Angel coming out.

    This book is a great read for anyone who has read the Gabriel Allon series. Silva shows great continuity with characters throughout his book, and I never would have known more detailed information about some of the Nazi war criminals he cover in the Allon series had I not read this.

    As always, it is expertly researched and the story is fascinating. I have a great respect for authors who write historical fiction when they can pull it off. This was a fabulous story.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 18, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Excellent...again!!!!

    I love the style of Daniels writing...it always moves along so smoothly ans I can't seem to put the book down! I just wish he could write faster....can't wait until July for the next bood!!!

    Barbara in Sacramento

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  • Posted January 15, 2012

    OK, but liked his later work much better.

    Found this book a bit tedious. If this had been the first one of his I'd read I might not have tried him again . Have enjoyed all his other books very much.

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