A New Kind Of War
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David Audley no 17
A New Kind of War* takes us back to the Greece and Germany of 1945 - as the old kind of war comes to its official end. Why has David Audley broken the British-Greek truce? And furthermore, why did his brigadier order his actions? Is it just coincidence that Audley is surprised near Delphi by Captain Fattorini of the Royal Engineers? As a result of that unfortunate encounter, Fattorini finds himself in occupied Germany as the newest member of TRR-2: a special Intelligence unit engaged in a dangerous and brutal game. It is not until he at last meets Audley's mysterious brigadier that Fattorini learns the full truth about his own assignment in the ill-omened Teutoburg Forest.
From Publishers Weekly
Set mainly among a group of British Army officers in Germany in August 1945, this new thriller by the author of The Labyrinth Maker exemplifies the truism about war: hours of boredom punctuated by moments of terror. Capt. Fred Fattorini of the Royal Engineers, member of a powerful British banking family, wonders why a small English detail breaks the civil war truce in Greece in February 1945. He doesn't find out until he's assigned to that same special unit, called TRR-2, in occupied Germany. Fattorini remains obsessed with the incident, trying to ferret out the truthfrom his "mad" colonel, various fellow majors (his own promotion is a mystery to him) and the boyish, loquacious Capt. Audley. Only after an exercize in lifting a German DP scientist, in which the British double-cross the Americans, does Fattorini discover what is really going on: a British attempt to co-opt high-level German scientists from under the noses of the Russians and uncover a Russian operative in their midst. There are hints of Evelyn Waugh's wartime trilogy and definite tendencies toward Anthony Powell's obliqueness in his A Dance to the Music of Time series. But obliqueness here becomes annoyingly talky, and the tone of anguished cynicism seems stagey. This is not Price's best effort.
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About the Author
Anthony Price was born in Hertfordshire and educated at Oxford. His long career in journalism culminated in the editorship of the Oxford Times. He is the author of 19 novels and has won the CWA Silver and Gold Daggers.
run—but not towards him, away from him—what—? He observed Audley on his knees beside his victim: the boy had recovered the man’s pistol and was emptying it wildly at the retreating enemy, shouting his wild dragoon war-cry. And then he swivelled and waved at Fred, pointing past him— ‘JACKO! TALLY-HO! TALLY-HO! AFTER THE BASTARDS!’ Fred turned, and saw not just Sergeant Devenish: Sergeant Devenish was in the lead, but with him there were half a dozen Fusiliers—more now, with the jaunty red and
still a very long way away, thought Fred. ‘Jake Austin is the pig-fancier, is he?’ ‘Yes. Good chap, though—jolly efficient, like Amos said. Ex-Mustang pilot … but into all sorts of nefarious enterprises now. Shall we go, then?’ He sounded confident! ‘You know which way to go, then?’ ‘Oh yes—sure … You know, it is raining less—good show! Actually, I’m blind as a bat at night—it was a great mercy that we couldn’t fight tanks in the dark, in the late nastiness … “Just follow the rear light of the
Even more interest. ‘What did he say?’ ‘He said: “Well Mr Audley—” I was a humble lieutenant then … and I can’t do his voice—I’ve got no ear for mimickry … But, anyway, he said: “Well, Mr Audley, I don’t remember being signed up to do anything but obey orders. And I certainly never expected to do what I liked. Because if I could do what I liked, then I’d be doing my job back in England, and I’d be going home to the wife and the kids every evening. And none of this foolishness.”’ God! A
shoulders. ‘But I do not understand, I am telling you, sir—captain!’ ‘Of course not.’ Audley accepted the appeal. But then he nodded to Devenish. ‘Jacko—get outside and see what’s happening … Look for Major de Souza—’ In the half-light of their torches, he lifted his arm (with his umbrella hooked over it now) to consult his wrist-watch, shining his own beam directly on to it ‘—we’re two minutes over schedule. So he should be in the offing out there now—right?’ Fred realized that he had lost
Kenworthy— He didn’t want to think of any of them now, but they wouldn’t let him go—‘All the others have been eliminated. And, the very devil of it is, that I can’t believe that any of those men would betray me either. But that only means that I’m making a mistake: that I’m making pictures which I want to see, Fattorini—Fred … So now we have to play for high stakes. Because I need all these men for the future, when the stakes may become even higher — because all of them are marked for promotion