Graham Greene, as everyone knows, is my favourite writer. I am yet to find even one book of his own that has let me down or disappointed me in even the slightest way. I have revisited them all in turns, in between reading books by other writers which have been of the same caliber and skill and also those which have seemed inferior to his novels. And so, the question here that would haunt and even surprise some is: why did I choose to revisit this book - his last and perhaps one of his least-known novels - and review it here on Goodreads all over again? Why was this book, a lean, crisply written, melancholy, almost surreal story about father figures, surrogate mothers, boyhood and manhood, espionage and political intrigue and about love and death and even King Kong, lingering in my memory even more than his already established masterpieces and his "entertainments"? Why was I haunted the most by this book alone, even as there were so many of his other stories that had left their indelible imprints on my soul?
The answer to that is perhaps as difficult as finding out what does love or what does King Kong stand for in this book. Many noted reviewers, readers and even authors inspired by Greene have been puzzled by the strange, almost alienating nature of this narrative, the slippery grasp of its realism and even the cryptic message of the book running through its lean, lithe fiber. A certain Mr. Theroux wondered what it was all about, another Mr. Rushdie could not quite fathom the second half of the book. And yet, as I read it now in a nicely old-fashioned Penguin paperback for the second time, after having loved it in my first time despite having read it digitally, I found myself wondering more what was it that missed these people. "The Captain And The Enemy" is not only as lucid and concise as any other Greene novel; it is also him at the final and penultimate peak of his storytelling powers, a finely woven tale of such exquisite sadness, of such mystifying moral dilemma and of such cleanly sculpted suspense and political heft that it will surely haunt every other reader once they have finished it for the first time.
It begins with a boy being smuggled out of the overbearing atmosphere of his school to an alternate life, treated to a lunch of smoked salmon and orangeade by a stranger who claims to have won this boy from his father in a game of....never mind what it is. And that is also all I am going to tell to the uninitiated for this is not merely a thriller to unravel or a portrait to unveil; this is an encapsulated slice of life that needs to be experienced in all its ups and downs, in its strange, rousing sense of adventure and illegitimate parentage and in its inescapable moral conundrums, in its strange allegiances and its selfish betrayals. It is as unpredictable as life, as slippery as joy and love to be found in life and as treacherous and cold-blooded as life when it delivers its biggest disappointments and destroys our expectations. And like life, it is also short, always at a danger of coming to a tragic end, to which it does. It begins with a boy fascinated by the new experience and day-dreaming about going to Valparaiso; it ends with that same boy now never to make it to Valparaiso.
Yes, it is strange, it is sad, it is even, in a flash of absurd comedy, confusing at times, and yet that is how life is. Critics decried it, fans ignored or overlooked it and everybody else did not care for it. It is their loss - "The Captain And The Enemy" is the most exquisitely moving book that Greene had ever written, a book that in its own lean, concise way, without ever digressing into schmaltz, speaks volumes about the meaninglessness of life and the strange, puzzling nature of love. And still at the end, to quote the climax, "the vital question remains - Who or what is King Kong?"