In the annals of espionage, one name towers above all others: that of H.A.R. “Kim” Philby, the ringleader of the legendary Cambridge spies. A member of the British establishment, Philby joined the Secret Intelligence Service in 1940, rose to the head of Soviet counterintelligence, and, as MI6’s liaison with the CIA and the FBI, betrayed every secret of Allied operations to the Russians, fatally compromising covert actions to roll back the Iron Curtain in the early years of the Cold War.
Written from Moscow in 1967, My Silent War shook the world and introduced a new archetype in fiction: the unrepentant spy. It inspired John le Carré’s Smiley novels and the later espionage novels of Graham Greene. Kim Philby was history’s most successful spy. He was also an exceptional writer who gave us the great iconic story of the Cold War and revolutionized, in the process, the art of espionage writing.
About the Author
Graham Greene, the novelist, served with the Secret Intelligence Service during WWII. Greene died in 1991. Hugh Greene came to prominence as a journalist in Nazi Berlin. After being expelled from Germany just before WWII, he served in the RAF as an interrogator. Greene went on to join the BBC and was made Director-General in 1960. He died in 1987.
Caroline Kennedy is a researcher, journalist, humanitarian aid worker and theatre director. She currently lives between Costa Rica, Los Angeles and Newfoundland. She has spent five years of her life researching Stephen Ward's story and fighting to have his wrongful conviction overturned. Phillip Knightley has been a leading investigative journalist in Britain for over 40 years. He is the author of several books, including "The First Casualty," "The Second Oldest Profession" and "The Philby Conspiracy"
“Far more gripping than any novel of espionage I can remember.” —Graham Greene
“To this day I am convinced that he was not an ideologue. Spying was just his way of being above lesser mortals.” —Nigel West
“Addictive . . . highly polished . . . written with style and a feline sense of irony, making it a much better read than any of the other Philby literature.” —The Guardian
“Philby has no home, no women, no faith. Behind the inbred upper-class arrogance, the taste for adventure, lies the self-hate of a vain misfit for whom nothing will ever be worthy of his loyalty. In the last instance, Philby is driven by the incurable drug of deceit itself.” —John le Carré