146 pages

Le Carré's prose is as clear, descriptive, and elegant as always. He also does a wonderful job of fleshing out the full snobbery of the staff at Carne, the school in which the murder takes place. He weaves together plot twists with a nascent intricacy that becomes a fully realized staple in later books, but in the end, I just didn't care as much about what happened here. The book's saving grace is George Smiley. Those who've been introduced to him in one or other of Le Carré's novels have likely developed a fascination with him and how he goes about solving problems. At times he's like a still, much less flamboyant version of Sherlock Holmes; he politely asks the questions, and shuffles about with what we speculate is an assumed diffidence, while working it all out behind his "owlish" spectacles.
It's a short read, so you won't regret the time spent, and it's a pretty decent book. It's simply outshone by most other works of Le Carré.
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