20 September 2021
I have the unlikeliest of excuses for writing about disobedient spies, but here goes: the government censor made me do it.
Rewind seven years or so, to the day I sat down to write the first page of my first novel. Scribbled notes from the time suggest that the anxious author had in mind something fairly conventional for his first outing: a mysterious incident; largely decent spies in thoughtful pursuit of less decent spies; ensuing confusion, mayhem and occasional brilliance.
