In November I went to France for a couple of weeks to visit one of my dearest old friends. Before I left, I had just started reading Middlemarch and in a fit of ambition, decided to take it with me as my travel book. I think I read five pages on the plane and I didn’t read a word after that for the entire trip. On the way back in some airport or other, I picked up the book I should have taken with me to la belle France–An Officer and a Spy by Robert Harris.