Finished A Spy Among Friends: Kim Philby and the Great Betrayal, by Ben MacIntyre. Very good. Much has been written about Kim Philby, but this book focuses more on the personal friendships he betrayed. Particularly his best friend and fellow spy Nicholas Elliott. Man, imagine your best bud of 30 years finally turns out to have been reporting everything you’ve ever told him to the Soviet Union. Elliott was even Philby’s staunchest supporter in the early 1950s, when the first storm of allegations merged. Philby’s friend James Angleton of the CIA never got over it, ending his days a neurotic wreck. Lots of interesting tidbits, such as one of Philby’s close friends in Beirut was the American CIA agent Miles Copeland Jr. Copeland lived with his wife and children in a large hilltop house, which the locals bluntly called the “CIA house,” and his son Stewart later became the drummer in the band the Police. The lady who finally remembered Philby trying to recruit her as a Soviet spy 30 years before and informed the authorities, after which much of the puzzle fell into place, was Flora Solomon, whose son Peter Benenson founded Amnesty International. (It had been suggested that she turned him in as eventual revenge for being jilted by him all those years ago, but she steadfastly denied it.) She introduced Philby to his first wife, who met a tragically alcoholic end. I remember Andy Rooney once saying he thought any spy who got caught ought to be sent to bed without his supper and not allowed to play with the other spies for two weeks. I could understand that sentiment better if not for the hundreds of lives people like Philby ultimately cost. A very good book. Recommended. Apparently the author writes a lot on espionage issues.
Have started Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life, by George Eliot.