Greene, himself a spy for MI6 in the 1940s, relishes in taking the mickey out of the British Intelligence Service. The spying mission itself is less clear but perhaps that’s part of the point. Before we know it, reality catches up with Wormold’s own fiction. The question is whether or not our protagonist has it in him to be a spy? It turns out not, and rather than doing some actual spying, Wormold makes it all up. Keeping glamorous Milly content is expensive and when Mr Hawthorne from the Foreign Office arrives from England, he makes Wormold an offer he can’t afford to refuse. Wormold has been brutally dumped by his Cuban wife and is left to raise their 16-year-old daughter Milly by himself. With a far-fetched plot – British Havana based vacuum clean salesman, Jim Wormold, is recruited as a spy for MI6 – it delivers some much-needed distraction. Some Caribbean sun, a few daiquiris, a bit of spying and some good laughs make Our Man in Havana by Graham Greene the perfect Covid-January read.
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