Espionage thrillers from the Cold War amuse me, by and large. Not John Le Carre, whose books always totally confuse me, but the less well known writers. In this novel from 1969 Eric Ambler offers the reader a tale that is just confusing enough to keep them engaged, as well as a number of fun 1960s characteristics : pre-internet spy craft (marked banknotes sent through the mail!), technologies we can't even imagine any more (mimeograph, addressograph), journalists fronting for the CIA, and of course the incessant smoking and drinking.
Although the book is labeled "Charles Latimer #2", he's actually remarkable by his absence : the book begins with his disappearance, and ends with an explanation for his disappearance. It turns out that his role is mainly that of instigator : he was writing a book about "The Intercom Affair", and we come to realize that the main character is actually the person he's exchanged insulting letters with, namely Theodore Carter. The book is written as a series of disparate documents : the aforementioned letters, transcripts from tapes (including exhortations to freshen up on the whisky and soda), interviews with Carter's daughter and a psychiatrist, an official police report, and "narrative reconstructions", which function as the glue and explanation for these separate pieces.
The story hinges on the fate of "Intercom", a hysterical ultra-right wing newsletter edited from Geneva by Theodore Carter, a heavy-drinking, cynical hack. When Intercom's owner dies, the newsletter is bought by a mysterious, never-seen Mr. Bloch, who insists on Carter's inserting specific news items of a highly technical nature in the weekly issues of Intercom. This then unleashes a storm of interest from various intelligence agencies, all of whom pay the unsuspecting Carter unpleasant visits. Carter is thus an innocent caught in the vise of a clever intelligence con game, and it's not until the end that we understand how this all fits in with some disgruntled officials at NATO.
An enjoyable read, not too heavy, not too gloomy.