Considered the father of the spy thriller, bestselling author John le Carré brings the daring deeds and intricate details of international espionage to center stage. His leading man is George Smiley, sometime acting chief of the Circus (as le Carré's secret service is known): a troubled man of infinite compassion, yet a single-mindedly ruthless adversary.Through these three enormously successful novels (Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, The Honourable Schoolboy, and Smiley's People), Smiley stalks his opposite number, code-named Karla, the Soviet case officer who has been masterminding the Circus' ruin. The stage is a Cold War landscape of moles and lamplighters, scalp-hunters and pavement artists, where men are turned, burned, or bought.

    This raid is the heart and climax of A J Quinnell's spellbinding thriller, a story of characters real and invented, of violence and vendettas, and of intense love and courage.Shattered by the horrors of Vietnam, photographer David Munger has retired into a private nightmare. But lured back into action by Israeli Intelligence, and supported by the love of a remarkable woman, Munger finds himself at the centre of the deadly labyrinth of espionage, murder and blackmail that leads to the fateful raid on Tammuz.“The action is furious, the characterisation a particularly strong point with this author, honed to perfection”. - THE SCOTSMAN

    It was hailed as "oddball," "satiric," and a work of "unbridled weirdness." Over the years, the book has become a collector's item. Finally, the book has been returned to print by Warren Murphy's Ballybunnion Books.

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    His bookie calls him Mr. Burroughs. His friends call him Digger. He changes his name more often than his underwear. Makes his job easier. Insurance snoop. Six-foot-two of muscle and brains, well oiled by generous helpings of Finlandia vodka.Now he's running roughshod over the smartset. Is the sudden death of a doctor's wife accident or murder? With a million-dollar insurance claim pending, Digger better find out.He'll start his snoop as a party crasher at a Hollywood funeral, where the only one who doesn't mind is the corpse. But then everybody else is a suspect!

    Col. Pyotr Popov, the first agent the CIA recruited within the Soviet intelligence service. Reads like the best of le Carre -- but fact.