Archive for April 5, 2009

I noticed on a quiet day that I had two visitors to Crime Scraps this morning from Poland. Obviously they were brilliant mind readers, who knew that I finished reading The Polish Officer by Alan Furst the other day. I had bought the book on our short break holiday to Somerset in Wells having finished The Man Who Liked Slow Tomatoes and having left the bulky Jo Nesbo back at Crime Scraps HQ. It was a good decision.

The Polish Officer was written back in 1995 but has been reissued  along with other Alan Furst books last year. Furst who has lived in France for long periods and travelled widely in Eastern Europe writes books [if this novel is an example] that are exciting spy thrillers, history lessons and a lot more.
In The Polish Officer he manages to create interesting characters, give us an account of the first months of the Second World War, and still keep the action going at breakneck speed. He writes well in an episodic style and tells the story of Captain Alexander de Milja, a cartographer in the Polish Intelligence service. The reader follows de Milja as he escapes Warsaw in 1939 transporting Poland’s gold reserves to safety, and then on to  Paris and the forests of the Polish -Ukrainian border where he fights with a partisan group. In France he assumes the identities of a Russian emigre, and then a Slovak of German ethnicity as he runs a resistance organization in France keeping one step ahead of the Gestapo. 
It is a story of tragedy, and the temporary triumph of barbarity but also of loyalty and friendship in a time of incredible stress. 

‘That winter in Warsaw, an English grammar couldn’t be had for love or money. Even so, the joke everybody was telling around town went like this: the pessimists are learning German, the optimists are learning English, while the realists, in January of 1940, were said to be learning Russian.’

de Milja leaves a defeated Poland to go to a France about to be defeated, and the reader learns a lot about the battle of wits between the spy and counter-intelligence police. The Gestapo have captured a radio operator ‘Marie Ladoux’ who manages to take her cyanide capsule. They now examine the real prize-the clandestine radio.

Grahnweis took a soft leather pouch from the pocket of his uniform jacket and selected a screwdriver for the task of getting behind the control panel. To the senior officer looking over his shoulder he said. “Maybe something new inside.”
There was.

Amidst all the historical knowledge that Furst imparts in this wide ranging story we learn: 

The Swedes are neutral. And it’s no technicality -they’re making money hand over fist selling iron ore to the Germans……..
Meanwhile they were righteous as parsons; issued ringing indictments at every opportunity and sat in judgement on the world.


De Milja was incredulous. France remained powerful, had a formidable navy, had army unts in Morocco, Syria, Algeria, and could have fought on for years. “In Warsaw-“
“This isn’t Warsaw,” Vyborg said. “In Tours, they lost a top-secret cable, turned the whole chateau upside down looking for it. Finally a maid found it, crumpled up in Reynaud’s [the French Prime Minister] mistress’s bed.”

The Polish Officer is an intelligent book that tells an exciting story taking the reader back into a terrible time in history. It is well worth reading for an accurate picture of the past and of how brave people tried to survive.