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In 1942, Leo Marks left his father's famous bookshop, 84 Charing Cross Road, and went off to fight the war. He was twenty-two. Soon recognized as a cryptographer of genius, he became head of communications at the Special Operations Executive (SOE), where he revolutionized the codemaking techniques of the Allies and trained some of the most famous agents dropped into occupied Europe, including the White Rabbit and Violette Szabo. As a top codemaker, Marks had a unique perspective on one of the most fascinating and, until now, little-known aspects of the Second World War. Writing with the narrative flair and vivid characterization of his famous screenplays, Marks gives free rein to his keen sense of the absurd and his wry wit, resulting in a thrilling and poignant memoir that celebrates individual courage and endeavor, without losing sight of the human cost and horror of war.… (more)
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Leo Marks was a cryptographer with the British Special Operations Executive during World War
While I didn't know it on my first reading of this book, Leo Marks was also a playwright, albeit largely unknown. He brings to his autobiography a narrative style that is at times self-effacing and humorous, and at others wrenching in the depths of the emotion it conveys.
Here, take this excerpt:
"For a short while the whole class seemed to be moving in orderly mental convoy towards the promised land of Bletchley. But amongst those potential problem-masters there was one confirmed problem-pupil. I knew that if I didn't break behaviour patterns as well as codes, I would be lucky to last the term - a prospect which made me keep peace with my teachers for a personal best of about a week. The regression started when I felt a code of my own simmering inside me. This unwanted pregnancy was accompanied by morning sickness which took the form of questioning the quality of the exercises which were supposed to extend us. I was convinced that the school's methods of teaching would be better suited to a crash course in accountancy. The decline was irreversible..."
Hard to believe the man found little success as a playwright, but, then, screenplays are not a medium well-suited to prose. He should have become a novelist.
The first time I read Between Silk & Cyanide, I had no idea what a significant impact its author, Leo Marks, had made. In his book he is self-effacing to the extreme, poking fun at SOE, his superiors within that organization, and most especially himself. So it was not until after my first reading of the book, when curiosity led me to Google him, that I realized that he single-handedly changed the way the British managed their codes and the agents using them in World War II.
It reads like the plot of a Jack Higgins novel. This book has everything you’d expect to find in a novel. It has intrigue, excitement, adventure. But it packs an emotional punch that is wholly unexpected.
At the beginning of the book, Leo Marks is young. Impulsive, impetuous, brash, and convinced of his own correctness. At the end, he's still young in years; this book covers a span of only a handful of years, so the author was entering his mid-twenties when the war ended. Still impulsive and impetuous (though more inclined to spare at least a moment's thought to something stupid before he actually does it), he is also tired. The kind of bone-deep weariness that comes from life's more difficult experiences, rather than from physical labor. And he's disgusted and a little angry, after so long a time trying to work around politics and infighting in his efforts to keep agents alive.
During the war, he fell in love for the first time, and lost that love. His best friend, Forest Frederick Edward Yeo-Thomas, an SOE agent, is captured by the Nazis and tortured, and returns from captivity at the end of the war an old man in a young man's skin. Aside - Tommy's Google entry doesn't do him justice, but check it out anyway. He was a true-blue hero.
The author learned to love codes at the age of 8 in his father's book store, 84 Charing Cross Road (yes, that 84 Charing Cross Road). He loved puzzles and codes. But at the end of the war he walked away from them without a backward glance. But the war, such a small fraction of his life in years, obviously left an indelible impression, and nearly forty years later, he wrote this book. At the time, some of what he described was still so sensitive that it was not until 1998 that the British government allowed it to be published. Fortunate for us that they finally did.
I read a lot of history. In particular (though not exclusively), a lot of military history. This book is one of the finest examples of the genre I have ever had the pleasure of reading. The excerpts I've shared with you can give only a glimmer of the true impact of this book; it has to be read to be fully experienced, and it is an experience well worth the time. I haven't done it justice; it is impossible to do so. I hope you'll read the book and see for yourself.
But it is not the events but the style,wit and quality of the prose that grips you from the 1st word to the last.
If you possibly can get hold of this book and read it, you wont regret it.
A different view of British WW2 cryto, Bletchley Park employed a cast of thousands, Marks was
The description of where he demonstrates the vulnerability of the infamous poem code to SOE's boss is a classic. His boss escapes by reading the paper and then ensuring that Marks can never make a report that will allow the information to escape SOE. I am sure it inspired the scene towards the end of [Cryptonomicon] where Randy lectures to Comstock on crypto.
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The memoir of Leo Marks. A code breaker/code maker for the SOE during WWII in Britain. Bloody brilliant chap with a hilarious sense of dry, wry, British humor. A humorous excerpt:
My long lost corporal was waiting for me outside the NDO's office. His
I knew how he felt. I was born short. I thanked him for his help, but he continued standing there. I wondered if he'd taken short again. "Dismiss?" I suggested tentatively?
He saluted and turned to go. "By the way Corporal, what was wrong with your Sergeant's foot?"
"He dropped his wife on it sir."
"Give them both my regards."
I went inside to face my night.
He mentions several of the poems he wrote, many were used by agents as past of their poem codes. One I liked:
I danced two waltzes
One foxtrot
And one polka
With no partner
That they could see
And I hope I did not tire you.
I glided round
The other ballroom
The one called life
Just as alone
And have to thank you
For giving me
The sprinkling of moments
Which are my place at the table
In a winner's world.
Keep a space for me
On your card
If you are dancing still.