Then for better measure he drew a little man two inches high below the nozzle. He ruled a line and numbered it off: one inch representing three feet.

As he sat back and contemplated his sketches of the sprayer detached from the hose-handle of the cleaner, the needle-jet, the nozzle and the telescopic tube, he wondered: Am I perhaps going too far? He realised that he had forgotten to indicate the scale. Then he sat down at his desk and began to make a series of careful drawings. ‘When he was alone, Wormold unscrewed the cleaner into its various parts. Graham frankly invites us to celebrate how Wormold rises to the occasion, doing his best to please his bosses and justify his salary, despite extremely unpromising materials: Personally, I have no need to judge spies by Bond’s standard.

Possibly he would have been as impressed as the team back home, who are deeply grateful for the increasingly detailed reports Wormold supplies. It’s wonderful to think what 007 would have made of this vacuum cleaner salesman somehow recruited into The Service. By the time ‘Our Man’ was published in 1958, James Bond had been spying and charming the pants off everyone in Europe, the UK, the US and the Caribbean for half a decade. Wormold, for his part, is the perfect example of an unexpected hero.

As it happens, the Intelligence community contains more than enough targets to fill this very funny book, leaving Greene little time for ambiguous comment on the multicultural side characters that cross our hero’s path. Graham Greene was a man of his time to take this further, Graham Greene was a white British man of his time and while I am generally comfortable with turning off certain modern sensibilities when reading classic fiction, racial slurs in the opening sentence of a book are never going to endear me to the author, his characters or whatever his eventual message might be.įortunately, things quickly improve, at least in part because the humour of the book is not geared at the difference between the Anglo protagonists and their Caribbean setting, but instead takes aim at the British secret service. There are so many reasons for me to love ‘Our Man in Havana,’ even if the first sentence is a sad reminder of a reason to hate it.

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