In 1944 an eighteen-year-old Greta is given the important task of getting a young girl, Morta the daughter of a Lithuanian partisan general, to safety in the West. The Red Army are about to sweep all in its path and the Iron Curtain will soon fall.
Move forward to 1951, Europe remains in a state of flux, but a broad division between East and West now exists. Morta has written letters, but they have become vague, so Greta is given the task of finding out what has become of Morta. A risky task which will mean crossing the Iron Curtain to a West that is free but just as dangerous as the East.
A journey where Greta will encounter, Corsican gangsters, former collaborators, spies, soldiers of fortune and black marketeers, but all she can trust in is herself.
I think there will be few historical novels that will capture the sense of time and place as well as The Exile this year. Any misconception the reader may hold, that Europe recovered quickly after the end of the war are shattered. Instead, we have a maelstrom of competing factions in a Europe that is constantly changing. The Soviets have control over much of the East, but with Stalin’s health failing there are competing factions jostling to take over. The West is trying to demilitarise, but this is against a background of former colonies battling for self-determination and rising organised crime. A complex background, incorporating France, Indochina and Algeria, but one handled superbly well. There are occasions where one may be confused, but this is the reality for the characters, but all the pieces fit together perfectly and risk of it all becoming a jumbled mess is skilfully avoided.
This is a violent and bloody novel; that cannot be avoided, it is merely a product of the time. War dehumanises and the reality is few can avoid it. So, we have characters who are a paradox; good people who have been driven to do bad, who struggle to preserve their humanity, but also good people who have done bad things in the past they are trying to detach themselves from. There are also the irredeemably evil who a merely trying to cover their tracks. The key aspect is where to draw the line between actions that are right and wrong, what happens when that line is crossed and whether return to the side of good is possible.
Greta is a real tour de force individual. On the face of it a killing machine, moulded by the atrocities seen in the forests of Lithuanian. This makes her a very cold and detached character, but possibly even more compelling for it. She may be difficult to warm to but as the story progresses the reader will come to understand her motivations and what makes her tick. She may appear reckless with a death wish, but even she has limits to what she will do, she still retains her individual sense of morality. Woe betides anyone who crosses her. She is quite simply a fabulous creation, a character we will want to follow in stories to come.
For such a complex plot there are some incredibly well drawn characters with an interesting mix of motivations, so many that it is difficult to pin down a central theme. There are journeys of redemption, others of self-discovery but all the time a sense of the limit and whether they come back from it.
The prose is hard, visceral and at times cold. Which is hardly surprising as there is so much cold, hard steel of knives featuring and in one scene Greta visualises cutting someone’s throat. Gory but at the same time both stunning and riveting as if caught in the headlights of a speeding car. There is also at times a great urgency to the writing, particularly during the action scenes, but also within small things, such as a telephone exploding into life rather than just ringing. Naturally there is little room for humour in the story, but there are occasional pieces of wry observational wit.