17. A Sort of Traitors - Nigel Balchin
This was an odd one - I really love Nigel Balchin’s wartime novels (The Small Back Room, Darkness Falls From the Air) but this is a bit later, published in 1949, and instead of focusing on one main character as previously, there’s a group of protagonists, all scientists working in a lab on a never-quite-explained cure for bacterial disease that could aid all mankind.
Chief scientist Professor Sewell is a touchy, rebarbative character who reacts very badly when told he can’t publish his findings on grounds of National security. Under him are younger staff, idealistic Marriott and the only woman, Lucy Byrne, whose home life is dominated by the need to care for her former fiancé, Ivor. Shot down in the war, he’s lost both arms and is a tormented soul, often bitterly hostile to Lucy, while knowing he couldn’t exist without her quiet, patient help in every aspect of his life.
The central drama arises when a shady acquaintance of Ivor’s tries to exploit one of the team to leak the vital findings, possibly to a foreign power…but they don’t know they’re already being watched by Government forces, fully prepared for such an eventuality.
There was a lot of great writing in this, often very funny, but also a lot of dull speechifying about duty to one’s country - plus, the attitude to women demonstrated by some of the characters (I hope not shared by Balchin himself) enraged me. My sympathies were entirely with Lucy, a young intelligent scientist trying to forge a career while juggling an impossible commitment, and getting zero thanks or credit from anyone. Interesting but flawed.