Harry Pearce and the spies of MI5: Spooks.
We put down our favourite book, one that has travelled with us for nearly ten years, and we can’t help feeling sad. The writer says there will be no more new stories involving characters we have come to love and care for. It is time to move on. There is of course a closure of sorts; but we know in our hearts that their stories go on. Only no one will write about them anymore.
So it is with our favourite television shows. There will be no more Spooks after last night. I am sad. But life must go on.
With the release of the movie version of John Le Carre’s Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, and the return of Spooks to the BBC (its 10th and final season), there is, for me, a renaissance of the spy thriller. The Bourne trilogy of movies resulted in a more pared-down, gadget-free James Bond, focusing more on the people involved in the business of spying than outrageous plotting.
You see, spying is a sleazy industry: keeping secrets from some, extracting them from others, without letting your emotions get in the way. It can come at a price, though.
You may lose your humanity.
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Tagged BBC, George Smiley, James Bond, John le Carré, Spooks, Spy fiction, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy