Funeral in Berlin - Softcover

Deighton, Len

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4,002 ratings by Goodreads

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0425074021 ISBN 13: 9780425074022

Publisher: Berkley Pub Group, 1984

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A ferociously cool Cold War thriller from the author of The Ipcress File.

Len Deighton’s third novel has become a classic, as compelling and suspenseful now as when it first exploded on to the bestseller lists.

In Berlin, where neither side of the wall is safe, Colonel Stok of Red Army Security is prepared to sell an important Russian scientist to the West – for a price. British intelligence are willing to pay, providing their own top secret agent is in Berlin to act as go-between. But it soon becomes apparent that behind the facade of an elaborate mock funeral lies a game of deadly manoeuvres and ruthless tactics. A game in which the blood-stained legacy of Nazi Germany is enmeshed in the intricate moves of cold war espionage...

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Review:

‘A most impressive book in which the tension, more like a chronic ache than a sharp stab of pain, never lets go.’ Evening Standard

‘A ferociously cool fable, even better than The Spy Who Came In From the Cold.’ New York Times

‘Brilliant, bright and wicked.’ Vogue

‘A master of fictional espionage.’ Daily Mail

‘The poet of the spy story.’ Sunday Times

‘Deighton is so far in the front of other writers in the field that they are not even in sight’ Sunday Times

‘Nobody now seriously doubts that Deighton is the most credible of all the spysmiths’ The Scotsman

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"Ferociously cool, even better than 'The Spy Who Came In From The Cold'."
NEW YORK TIMES

'Then Samantha said, "Personally I think you are a doll... But Vulkan is a genius. Vulkan has a mind like a diamond while you have a mind like glass."
"Commercial diamond versus hand-cut glass," I said. "So I am typecast as the loser?"
"It's a one-horse race," said Samantha with finality.
The greatest tribute you can pay to a secret agent is to take him for a moron. All he has to do it make sure he doesn't act too exactly like one. That was my concern now.'

"Our unidentified narrator isn't some establishment bloke called James Bond who knocks back poncey cocktails and smokes custom-made cigarettes. He's one of us."
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