Red Gold

Starred review from March 1, 1999
From the atmosphere established in his fifth novel's first sentence ("Casson woke in a room in a cheap hotel and smoked his last cigarette") to the knock on the door at the denouement, Furst again proves himself the master of his chosen terrain--behind the lines of Nazi occupation in France during WWII. His previous novel, The World at Night, opened in May 1940, with French film producer Jean Casson setting out to take newsreels of the defense of France's Maginot line and becoming swamped in the German invasion. It is now September 1941, and Casson, broke and hiding under a false name, is about to commit fully to the Resistance. As a man of indeterminate political affiliation, he's chosen to negotiate between the Resistance and the French Communists, who, with the German army on the verge of taking Moscow, have orders from Stalin to sabotage the Nazis in any way possible. The "red gold" SS looters try to steal in Russia is a metaphoric payment in blood, while in Paris informers are everywhere and collaboration is still rampant. Furst's textured plot--exhibiting shifting loyalties and betrayals; lone, often hopeless acts of heroism; and lovers bravely parting--makes for spellbinding drama. (In one scene, a clandestine radio operator broadcasts a few moments too long, and hears soldiers' boots racing up the stairs to get him.) Furst, who deserves the comparisons he's earned to Graham Greene and Eric Ambler, seems to be settling into a franchise here, rather than reaching for the fire he caught in his third novel, The Polish Officer. Casson's story unfolds convincingly, however, and as it continues here to April of 1942, promises a few more episodes to come from this author's tried and true brand of masterfully detailed espionage.

It is 1941 in occupied France, and our protagonist, a well-known French film producer, is wanted by the Gestapo. Constantly on the run, he is protected by a Communist resistance group, for whom he agrees to work. George Guidall, who has narrated all of Furst's moody, atmospheric novels, is an expert interpreter of his many characters. He handles the French language and a variety of European accents exceedingly well. And, as always, he makes women's voices feminine without resorting to a high-pitched whisper. In any conversation, you always know which character is speaking. But Guidall's mastery goes beyond this. When our protagonist is shivering under a thin blanket in a seedy hotel, we feel the bone-chilling cold. R.E.K. Winner of AudioFile Earphones Award (c) AudioFile 2006, Portland, Maine