Book Review: “The Mole: The Cold War Memoir of Winston Bates” by Peter Warner
An accomplished spy novel that’s wise to Washington’s ways.
Reviewed By John Wilwol
Comments () | Published October 22, 2013
Book Review: “The Mole: The Cold War Memoir of Winston Bates” by Peter Warner
Publisher: Thomas Dunne Books
Price: $17.07

Early in Peter Warner’s crafty post-World War II spy novel, The Mole: The Cold War Memoir of Winston Bates, Central Intelligence Agency director Allen Dulles shows Bates a surveillance photo of the prison where a KGB agent turned CIA operative was likely tortured and killed. Bates, a Canadian spy working in DC, is the one who pegged the poor devil as a Western sympathizer.

“I stared at the picture,” Bates says. “I tried to imagine him in the dark, conspiratorial corners of the Kremlin, risking everything for a ranch house in Scottsdale.” The moment perfectly captures espionage’s high stakes and dubious rewards. This is no game for amateurs. At least no game for most amateurs.

A hapless poet recruited in 1948 Paris during the “happy interlude between university and serious life,” Bates is armed with little more than a photographic memory, a taste for high society, and a knack for finding himself in the right place at the right time. When the novel opens, it’s 1953 and Bates has maneuvered his way onto Senator Richard Russell’s staff. Over the next two decades, he’ll rub elbows with the power elite while intervening in many of the era’s extraordinary events, from the Suez crisis to Watergate.

Bates emerges as an observant, ruminant agitator. He wonders, for example, if his Georgetown neighbor, a starry-eyed Pentagon staffer he finesses, hides “in the past to protect himself from an ever more demanding present.” Here a young Bates despairs of his literary dreams after falling victim to a Paris publishing scam: “As my train rattled across Europe, I mentally cast my poems away, phrase after phrase, leaves fluttering away into the night that swept past me like a black wind outside my window.”

Warner, who last published a novel in 1985, knows Washington intimately, and he particularly nails the way that the right social access can lead to professional success. But perhaps most impressive is his informed rendering of the capital’s evolution.

When the novel opens, for example, Bates takes a trolley to Dupont Circle, and the Georgetown pool is segregated. But by the end, DC looks entirely familiar to us: “Though expensive, it wasn’t hard to get an apartment, and a number of the residents seemed to have temporary or unexpected reasons for living in Washington—foreign businessmen looking for contacts; journalists on special assignments; diplomatic families awaiting more permanent housing; and probably the occasional spy.”

This article appears in the October 2013 issue of The Washingtonian.

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  • JH

    Crafty is right, plus ingenious, sly and a really good read!

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