Gabriel Dax, when
the story opens in 1960, is a thirty-year-od freelance travel writer. He lives
alone but has a girlfriend, Lorraine. It is a relationship he finds
satisfactory but to which he is not committed. She would like to move in, but,
well, he’s away a lot and there’s his nightmare induced insomnia to consider,
so perhaps not, he says.
The nightmares,
recurrent dreams of fire, are triggered by a childhood tragedy when he was
trapped in a burning cottage, He escaped but his mother died. And the fire was
attributed to his nightlight, a candle-lit lamp, the shade a model of the moon.
Back to 1960, on an
innocent trip to Leopoldville he is invited to interview (despite his
protestations that he is a travel writer not a foreign correspondent) the president of Congo, who wants to place
certain things on record. Events unfold from there, and things get complicated
for Gabriel. He is contacted by the elegant and enigmatic Faith Green and is
persuaded to undertake ‘harmless, risk-free’ and remunerative little courier
services for HMG. They escalate and before long Gabriel is embroiled in plot
and counter plot, with secret agents and double agents. His inclination to get
out is compromised by a growing attraction to his handler, Faith Green.
Meanwhile, he is
tackling his insomnia through psychotherapy sessions, leading to a
re-examination of the events of the night of the fire. He traces the firemen
and the loss adjustor in his search for the truth. Then there is the Lorraine
issue.
It is a potent mix,
expertly handled by Boyd who deftly manipulates plot, character, and atmosphere
to produce a tidy read. It feels a bit Graham Greene (not a bad thing) in its
style and commendable brevity. Though I did not warm to Dax as a person, the
flaws-and-all character was well drawn and able to carry the sole burden of the
narrative effectively.
At the end there is some
unfinished business (Faith, Lorraine, the fire, a career as ‘an accidental spy’)
so no surprise that two further Gabriel Dax books follow, one published, one in
preparation. I suspect I will pick up them up.