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Hide and Seek...
It’s May 1914 and war is looming over Europe. Richard Hannay has returned from South Africa and is finding England dull. He’ll give it another couple of days, he decides, and if nothing exciting happens, he’ll return to one of the outposts of Empire. But then a man he doesn’t know turns up at his door seeking help. Scudder tells him that he’s discovered a conspiracy, one that, if it succeeds, will shake the world. It’s four weeks until he can reveal what he knows to the authorities, though, and he begs Hannay’s help to keep him hidden till then. When Scudder is then killed, Hannay finds himself possessed of a secret and Scudder’s coded notebook, running from the conspirators who want to kill him and the police who want to arrest him for Scudder’s murder. And so the chase is on...
Buchan described the book as a “shocker” and that’s basically what it is – what we’d now call an action thriller. Published in 1915, its first audience knew that whatever Hannay did, he didn’t succeed in preventing war, so that couldn’t be the point of the conspiracy or of the attempt to defeat it. Not unnaturally, the Germans don’t come out of it well, and unfortunately neither do the Jews (no Jews actually appear in it, but they’re still referred to in what I wish were outmoded anti-Semitic terms) nor the Southern Europeans – thankfully, it’s been a while since I heard the word “Dago” being used. This is always a problem with books of this era and sometimes I find it easier to overlook than others, I think based on whether the author simply uses the words or whether it feels as if he really means to be derogatory. I found Buchan borderline – it bothered me, but not so much I couldn’t look past it and enjoy the story.
The story itself is mostly a simple chase round the moorland in the south-west of Scotland, a place Buchan knew well in real life. This centre section between Scudder’s murder and the dramatic dénouement forms the bulk of the book, and is divided into chapters each of which forms a little story on its own. (In the interesting introduction in my Oxford World’s Classics edition, there’s an extract from a letter from an early reader, a soldier in the trenches in France, thanking Buchan for this format since it allowed him to read and assimilate a chapter any time he got a moment of calm. “The story is greatly appreciated in the midst of mud and rain and shells, and all that could make trench life depressing.”) Each mini-story involves someone Hannay meets during his travels – a road-mender, an innkeeper who would like to be an author, an aspiring political candidate, etc. Most of these are educated men, so that the bulk of the book is in standard English, but in the occasional working-class encounter Buchan gives us some excellent Scottish dialect.
The framing story of the conspiracy I found frankly incomprehensible for the most part, especially at the beginning when Scudder is clearly referring to all kinds of people and events that were probably familiar to a contemporary audience but mostly weren’t to me. It does become clearer at the end, although it also all becomes rather silly. However, I’m not a soldier in the trenches of WW1 nor even a worried mother waiting at home, so the thrilling aspects of trying to put a spanner in the works of the nasty Hun don’t resonate with me as they would have done at the time. In truth, I was finding it a bit tedious in the middle – there’s an awful lot of coincidence and near-miraculous luck, and it’s one of those ones where the hero just always happens to have the knowledge he needs: how to break codes, for example, or how to use explosives. But when it reaches its climax and I finally found out what the conspiracy was all about, I found myself nicely caught up in it (once I had switched off my over-heating credibility-monitor).
Overall, then, a good read if not a great one. And, as I suspected, it turns out I hadn’t read it before – I just knew it from the various adaptations, none of which have stuck very closely to the plot of the book. I’m now keen to re-watch the ancient Hitchcock version to see how it compares – memory tells me I enjoyed it considerably more...
NB This book was provided for review by the publisher, Oxford World’s Classics.
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It’s May 1914 and war is looming over Europe. Richard Hannay has returned from South Africa and is finding England dull. He’ll give it another couple of days, he decides, and if nothing exciting happens, he’ll return to one of the outposts of Empire. But then a man he doesn’t know turns up at his door seeking help. Scudder tells him that he’s discovered a conspiracy, one that, if it succeeds, will shake the world. It’s four weeks until he can reveal what he knows to the authorities, though, and he begs Hannay’s help to keep him hidden till then. When Scudder is then killed, Hannay finds himself possessed of a secret and Scudder’s coded notebook, running from the conspirators who want to kill him and the police who want to arrest him for Scudder’s murder. And so the chase is on...
Buchan described the book as a “shocker” and that’s basically what it is – what we’d now call an action thriller. Published in 1915, its first audience knew that whatever Hannay did, he didn’t succeed in preventing war, so that couldn’t be the point of the conspiracy or of the attempt to defeat it. Not unnaturally, the Germans don’t come out of it well, and unfortunately neither do the Jews (no Jews actually appear in it, but they’re still referred to in what I wish were outmoded anti-Semitic terms) nor the Southern Europeans – thankfully, it’s been a while since I heard the word “Dago” being used. This is always a problem with books of this era and sometimes I find it easier to overlook than others, I think based on whether the author simply uses the words or whether it feels as if he really means to be derogatory. I found Buchan borderline – it bothered me, but not so much I couldn’t look past it and enjoy the story.
The story itself is mostly a simple chase round the moorland in the south-west of Scotland, a place Buchan knew well in real life. This centre section between Scudder’s murder and the dramatic dénouement forms the bulk of the book, and is divided into chapters each of which forms a little story on its own. (In the interesting introduction in my Oxford World’s Classics edition, there’s an extract from a letter from an early reader, a soldier in the trenches in France, thanking Buchan for this format since it allowed him to read and assimilate a chapter any time he got a moment of calm. “The story is greatly appreciated in the midst of mud and rain and shells, and all that could make trench life depressing.”) Each mini-story involves someone Hannay meets during his travels – a road-mender, an innkeeper who would like to be an author, an aspiring political candidate, etc. Most of these are educated men, so that the bulk of the book is in standard English, but in the occasional working-class encounter Buchan gives us some excellent Scottish dialect.
The framing story of the conspiracy I found frankly incomprehensible for the most part, especially at the beginning when Scudder is clearly referring to all kinds of people and events that were probably familiar to a contemporary audience but mostly weren’t to me. It does become clearer at the end, although it also all becomes rather silly. However, I’m not a soldier in the trenches of WW1 nor even a worried mother waiting at home, so the thrilling aspects of trying to put a spanner in the works of the nasty Hun don’t resonate with me as they would have done at the time. In truth, I was finding it a bit tedious in the middle – there’s an awful lot of coincidence and near-miraculous luck, and it’s one of those ones where the hero just always happens to have the knowledge he needs: how to break codes, for example, or how to use explosives. But when it reaches its climax and I finally found out what the conspiracy was all about, I found myself nicely caught up in it (once I had switched off my over-heating credibility-monitor).
Overall, then, a good read if not a great one. And, as I suspected, it turns out I hadn’t read it before – I just knew it from the various adaptations, none of which have stuck very closely to the plot of the book. I’m now keen to re-watch the ancient Hitchcock version to see how it compares – memory tells me I enjoyed it considerably more...
NB This book was provided for review by the publisher, Oxford World’s Classics.
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hard to see this one objectively. the film alfred hitchcock made from the book is one of my very favorite movies and maybe my favorite hitchcock film, so it's hard not to see the opening of the story, for example, as clunky and taking too long to get underway. i like all the things hitchcock did to make the story more interesting - even something as simple as switching the opening spy, who is murdered, to a woman changes the stakes and draws me in more.
but the book is otherwise very lean and does a lot in a few pages - it's just that i couldn't get the film out of my head and couldn't silence the voice that kept say, "no, that's all wrong!"
but the book is otherwise very lean and does a lot in a few pages - it's just that i couldn't get the film out of my head and couldn't silence the voice that kept say, "no, that's all wrong!"
adventurous
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
This is probably another example of the movie being better than the book. Very melodramatic and convoluted.
Bella storia di spionaggio, inseguimenti e noir al punto giusto, viene voglia di vedersi il film di Hitchcock!
Los 39 escanoles cuenta la historia de Richard Hanney, un experto en minas que tras un periodo en África regresa a Europa, a un ritmo de vida ocioso que rápidamente le resulta sofocante. Pero esta calma indeseada no le durará mucho ya que tras el encuentro con un desconocido acaba viéndose involucrado en el juego de poderes del espionaje internacional y un complot que amenaza con dar origen a una guerra mundial.
De forma inesperada, nuestro protagonista se encuentra como el único poseedor de información esencial para evitar un atentado y con éste el deterioro de la paz entre naciones. Mientras huye de la justicia por ser considerado un asesino y de aquellos que quieren arrebatarle los datos que posee, se emprende una persecución doble que no da tregua y que nos hace seguirlo por los trenes, campos y mansiones de una nación que desconoce el peligro que la acecha.
Hanney es un héroe intrépido, astuto y asombrosamente valiente que se abre paso entre la adversidad, crea planes en momentos en que a cualquier otro le costaría pensar y acaba dotando de vida un thriller ágil y audaz que se consagra como la creación más famosa de su autor. No es difícil de leer y está bien narrado aunque no consigue, quizá, pasar de la admiración por su protagonista logrando un auténtico sentido de empatía o complicidad con el mismo.
De forma inesperada, nuestro protagonista se encuentra como el único poseedor de información esencial para evitar un atentado y con éste el deterioro de la paz entre naciones. Mientras huye de la justicia por ser considerado un asesino y de aquellos que quieren arrebatarle los datos que posee, se emprende una persecución doble que no da tregua y que nos hace seguirlo por los trenes, campos y mansiones de una nación que desconoce el peligro que la acecha.
Hanney es un héroe intrépido, astuto y asombrosamente valiente que se abre paso entre la adversidad, crea planes en momentos en que a cualquier otro le costaría pensar y acaba dotando de vida un thriller ágil y audaz que se consagra como la creación más famosa de su autor. No es difícil de leer y está bien narrado aunque no consigue, quizá, pasar de la admiración por su protagonista logrando un auténtico sentido de empatía o complicidad con el mismo.
My son turned a couple of weeks ago and I - what a dreadful mother! - hadn't even thought about a birthday present. In my defence, there were extenuating circumstances (you'll just have to take my word for that), and I had given him a decent Christmas present. But anyway . . . what to do? Well, he was turning 39. Aha! I knew there was a Hitchcock movie - I've never seen it myself but I remember my mother talking about it. To the trusty internet I go, and discover it's based on a book. Well, we love movies, but we love books more, and Book Depository had a couple of editions to select from.
There was still a problem - his birthday was the next day - the book was no way going to arrive in time. So I downloaded 39 images of Steps (staircases, stepladders, posters for steps to achieve, etc.) , printed them 4 to a page, cut them out, and put them in an envelope. So his birthday present was a mystery to solve which would then let him know what book was coming in the mail for him.
It went down a treat.
And I borrowed an e-book copy from the library so I could read it too. It's fun. Dated, but how could it not be, having been written in 1915. The author wasn't aiming for great literature. I was entertained.
There was still a problem - his birthday was the next day - the book was no way going to arrive in time. So I downloaded 39 images of Steps (staircases, stepladders, posters for steps to achieve, etc.) , printed them 4 to a page, cut them out, and put them in an envelope. So his birthday present was a mystery to solve which would then let him know what book was coming in the mail for him.
It went down a treat.
And I borrowed an e-book copy from the library so I could read it too. It's fun. Dated, but how could it not be, having been written in 1915. The author wasn't aiming for great literature. I was entertained.
I'm running away! Someone is helping me! I'm hiding! I'm escaping! I'm running away... and on and on
I had seen the old b/w film and I'd seen a spoof theatre version with only 4 actors which was great fun, but I had never read the book...
This isn't a long read, really it's a little novella. But it's a great pre-war spy thriller, with lots of running about the wilds of Scotland, which can't be a bad thing in itself! The story is actually a bit different to the films and plays - firstly there's no real female character in this book; the women who are briefly spoken about are just "the farmer's wife" or whatever. It's definately a boys' adventure. It's a shame that there aren't any female characters - I'm not saying the plot needs a love interest or anything like that, but rather that it creates a very male only society, with women just there as part of the furniture. Well, sign of the times as well I suppose.
I shall dig out more John Buchan in the future if I can to read.
This isn't a long read, really it's a little novella. But it's a great pre-war spy thriller, with lots of running about the wilds of Scotland, which can't be a bad thing in itself! The story is actually a bit different to the films and plays - firstly there's no real female character in this book; the women who are briefly spoken about are just "the farmer's wife" or whatever. It's definately a boys' adventure. It's a shame that there aren't any female characters - I'm not saying the plot needs a love interest or anything like that, but rather that it creates a very male only society, with women just there as part of the furniture. Well, sign of the times as well I suppose.
I shall dig out more John Buchan in the future if I can to read.