His most disillusioned book yet, and the books before it weren’t exactly rosy. Honestly feels like we’re about two books away from le Carré becoming a card-carrying communist.

This is essentially a collection of spy-themed short stories in the format of a man looking back on his career, which also mirrors the decades of gradual Great British decline.

Le Carré takes advantage of the format to tell the kind of stories you couldn’t put in a novel. There were definitely a few standouts but it was all solid.

I’m totally biased though to be fair.