This morning switching on the 7 am Radio 4 News as i do every day I was stunned to hear that John Le Carre has died.
My favourite author for more than 30 years I somehow expected at the very least, immortality,
When my husband was still alive one of my Christmas presents would always be the latest Le carre, and the present I would treasure most.
Not always an easy read, full of intrigue, treachery betrayal and the worst behaviours of which human-kind is capable, he nevetheless imbued all of his characters with such recognizeable traits common to all of us that we could easily identify with their humanity.
Through even the most convoluted plots there always ran a strong vein of integrity so one felt that this was the real world of the spy.
Apparently a rather private man who didn't really like too much public attention, he seems to have had a dislike for all the fuss and flag-waving. chest-thumping sort of "patriotism" which accompanied the launch of his "Tinker Tailor" books.
It seems hard to imagine that there will be no more such treasures to look forward to.
May he rest in peace.
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