The Secret Agent

The Secret Agent : A Simple Tale

By (author) Joseph Conrad , Introduction and notes by Hugh Epstein , Series edited by Dr. Keith Carabine

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With an Introduction and Notes by Hugh Epstein, Secretary of the Joseph Conrad Society of Great Britain. 'Then the vision of an enormous town presented itself, of a monstrous town...a cruel devourer of the world's light. There was room enough there to place any story, depth enough for any passion, variety enough there for any setting, darkness enough to bury five millions of lives.' Conrad's 'monstrous town' is London, and his story of espionage and counter-espionage, anarchists and embassies, is a detective story that becomes the story of Winnie Verloc's tenacity in maintaining her devotion to her peculiar and simple-minded brother, Stevie, as they pursue their very ordinary lives above a rather dubious shop in the back streets of Soho. However, far from offering any sentimental picture, The Secret Agent is Conrad's funniest novel. Its savagely witty picture of human absurdity and misunderstanding is written in an ironic style that provokes laughter and unease at the same time, and that continues to provide one of the most disturbing visions of aspiration and futility in twentieth century literature.

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  • Paperback | 256 pages
  • 124 x 190 x 16mm | 158.76g
  • 01 Aug 1997
  • Wordsworth Editions Ltd
  • Herts
  • English
  • New edition
  • New edition
  • 1853260657
  • 9781853260650
  • 21,831

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With an Introduction and Notes by Hugh Epstein, Secretary of the Joseph Conrad Society of Great Britain

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At first, Joseph Conrad did not dare to call this book a novel. He traveled to Montpellier in February 1906 with his small family, telling himself that he was composing a short story, entitled 'Verloc', the name of the central character. As always, he wrote slowly, in a stubborn mood of exasperation an uncertainty, laboring in a foreign language.

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