The Ministry of Fear

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Rowe escapes from the sanatorium, with a nurse turning a blind eye, and gets a train to London, where he goes to the police to confess to the murder, though he doesn’t remember it very well… Like Johns, I am one of the little men, not interested in ideologies, tied to a flat Cambridgeshire landscape, a chalk quarry, a line of willows across the featureless fields, a market town--his thoughts scrabbled at the curtain--where he used to dance at the Saturday hops.”

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Ministry of Fear starts in The Thirty-Nine Steps territory, with the amateur hero blundering into an enemy spy plot and being forced on the run, pursued by the conspirators and the police, and so far so good, with his character deepening as we discover how having assisted his wife’s euthanasia has left him guilty and depressed. Ministry of Fear, written by Graham Greene and published in 1943, is one of only two novels he published during World War Two, when he was working for MI6. Ministry of Fear: Title It is significant that the novel opens in Bloomsbury, a place associated, through the Bloomsbury Group, with pacifism (at least in World War One), with élite art and attitudes and with the Modernist writing of Virginia Woolf, all of which, especially the last, Greene’s work, here as elsewhere, challenges. In a way that might seem to measure the Bloomsbury Group’s limits, the area now bears the scars of bombing, with an interior that might have figured in a Vanessa Bell painting ignominiously exposed to public view: Tiger, darling,” Graham Greene’s wife used to say whenever she found a florid metaphor—and out it would go. His rival and fellow Catholic, Anthony Burgess, said that Greene sought in his writing “a kind of verbal transparency which refuses to allow language to become a character in its own right”. His voice is the driest of any great writer, drier than bone. From an article by Nicholas Shakespeare.The next day, a man rents a room in Rowe’s house. As an air-raid starts, the man offers Rowe money for the cake, but Rowe refuses. Then he puts poison into Rowe’s tea, but Rowe recognises the smell and doesn’t drink it. A German bomb explodes, and when Rowe regains consciousness, he finds the house demolished and the man unconscious. This was my first Graham Greene, and it blew me away. I'd never read a book like this, so ambiguous in so many ways. It started out a thriller, and concluded as a journey into the pain and treachery of the human heart.

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Dave Kehr of the Chicago Reader praised the film, writing: "This 1944 thriller represents an epochal meeting of two masters of Catholic guilt and paranoia, novelist Graham Greene and director Fritz Lang. Ray Milland, just released from a sanitorium, finds the outside world more than a fit match for his delusions as he stumbles into an elaborate Nazi plot. The hallucinatory quality of the opening scene (an innocent country fair turns out to be a nest of spies) is reminiscent of Lang's expressionist films of the 20s, but this is a more mature, more controlled film, Lang at his finest and purest." [3] Dropping the amnesia plot makes the movie a straightforward spy romp, even adding a couple of chases and shoot-outs. Ray Milland gives a mediocre, unbelievable performance, far too light and jolly. The standout performance is Hillary Brooke as the fortune-teller, who gives it a bit of the femme fatale (rather pointlessly as she’s only in two scenes). And the movie has a cringe-worthy comic ending too. Want to Read or Watch it? That loss of innocence applies to both Arthur as an individual and Britain as a nation at war – "The little duke is dead and betrayed and forgotten; we cannot recognise the villain and we suspect the hero and the world is a small cramped place" – and is made explicit in a dream Arthur has while sheltering in the underground during an air raid, in which he has tea on the lawn with his dead mother:Graham Greene's protagonist, Arthur Rowe (Stephen Neale in the film), is profoundly tormented with guilt for his having murdered his wife. In the movie, that is a simple mercy killing, an assisted suicide. In the book, Rowe slips the poison into his wife's milk – "how queer it tastes," she says – and leaves her to die alone. Despite the official finding of a mercy killing, he believes "that somewhere there was justice, and justice condemned him." He knows that the deed was not so much to end her suffering, as to end his own. This overwhelming sense of guilt, pervading the novel from beginning to end, is absent from the film. The novel resumes and develops these reflections as Rowe takes a number 19 bus from Piccadilly to Battersea (as one can still do today) to see a former friend, Henry Wilcox, who he believes may still help him with ready money by cashing a cheque: A direct hit on Rowe’s house thwarts an attempt on his life but turns his world not just upside down but every which way:

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We can see Rowe as an example of an existential hero or anti-hero akin to the protagonists of Jean-Paul Sartre’s La Nausée [ Nausea] (1938) or Albert Camus’s L’Étranger [ The Outsider] (1942), even though existentialism, as a philosophy, would not be popularized until after World War Two. But if, on one level, The Ministry of Fear is a philosophical novel, like those of Sartre and Camus, on another it is a taut thriller with many surprising twists and turns and it would offer too many spoilers for those yet to read it to detail its intricate plot; the focus here will be on its evocation of wartime London. Nicolas Tredell is a writer on literature, culture and film who formerly taught at Sussex University. His twentieth book, Anatomy of Amis , the most comprehensive study yet of Martin Amis ’ s fiction and nonfiction, came out in 2017.Ministry of Fear is a 1944 American spy thriller film directed by Fritz Lang, and starring Ray Milland and Marjorie Reynolds. Based on the 1943 novel by Graham Greene, the film tells the story of a man just released from a mental asylum who finds himself caught up in an international spy ring and pursued by Nazi agents after inadvertently receiving something they want. The original music for the film was composed by Victor Young. Rowe contemplates suicide, but meets a man who asks him to take some books to a hotel. At the hotel he finds Anna and a bomb in the case explodes. When Rowe regains consciousness, he has amnesia. The nurses tell him his name is Richard Digby, but Anna visits and calls him "Arthur". Rowe starts to fall in love with Anna.

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Graham Greene's 'The Ministry Of Fear' easily takes the title of the quintessential 'wrong man' yarn; think of 'North By Northwest' laced with an unmistakable strain of the darkest rum and the most bitter cocoa that makes it much harder to digest than your usual potboiler novel. Or should I say that the supposed 'wrong man' of the story is actually 'the right man' all along, a character destined, in the hands of this brilliantly, devilishly manipulative storyteller, to fall along with the nihilistic scheme all along.It's what any State medical service has sooner or later got to face [ Euthanasia ]. If you are going to be kept alive in institutions run by and paid for by the State, you must accept the State's right to economise when necessary..." That is, perhaps, the only spoiler that I am giving out in this review. Suffice to say that 'The Ministry Of Fear' surprises, startles and sobers at every step, pulling off the rug beneath our feet with every chapter and plot twist. And yet, while every bit a dense conspiracy thriller that would have belonged, at least on the surface, to the world of most pulp authors, the milieu of this novel's narrative is unmistakably a cramped-up, claustrophobic corner of the world that we know as Greeneland all too well. T]here was a war on – you could tell that too from the untidy gaps between the Bloomsbury houses – a flat fireplace half-way up a wall, like the painted fireplace in a cheap dolls’ house, and lots of mirrors and green wall-papers, and from round a corner of the sunny afternoon the sound of glass being swept up like the lazy noise of the sea on a shingled beach.