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An idiot boy, with compass and pencil, drawing endless circles on a sheet of paper: there could hardly be a simpler or more graphic representation of Joseph Conrad’s theme and message in .

It is a book of ciphers, in the sense of emptinesses, and the circles drawn by the hapless Stevie, while revolution and the overthrow of the social order are plotted in the next room, stand well both for the interlocking lives of the book’s characters and for their self-enclosed distance from one another.

It is said that sales of The Secret Agent rose sharply after the , as if the book offered insight into the mind-set of incendiary politics and the suicide bomber.

In fact, it’s a novel that uses an actual attempt in 1894 to as a narrative device to explore a society which Conrad, a Polish émigré and former sailor, viewed very much from the outside, even as he inhabited its language with more than native precision.

also referred to the Greenwich bomber – as “Boudin” rather than Bourdin – in a poem called “” written 20 years later, and seven after the publication of his own , which also seems to revive the spirit of Conrad’s bleak 1907 satire: all those seedy characters trying to make a connection, and falling short.

The Secret Agent is sometimes adduced as an example of what is misleadingly called, following , “the banality of evil”. There are no saintly Prince Kropotkins among Conrad’s plotters, or from fiction any version of the radiant Christina Light or Paul Muniment in Henry James’s , which also has a setting of radical politics.

Instead, Conrad’s revolutionaries are barely human, physically repulsive, eloquent in an ideology that seems to go nowhere but back to its own premises.

Arguably the book’s central character, Mr Verloc sells packages of condoms and titty books alongside radical journals with titles like Torch and Gong. And not only is he a pornographer, but also a police spy, in confirmation that his stepbrother’s circles are always bedded one within the other and intersect at unexpected points.

If Verloc is the central character, the provocateur charged with engineering an event that will heighten security across the enervated capital, then the Professor is the most sinisterly comic.

He keeps a live bomb on his person at all times and clutches its trigger, determined never to be taken alive or without taking a policeman with him. And yet the indiarubber ball he holds in his pocket suggests self-abuse as much as fanaticism.

But again Conrad isn’t so much concerned with the psychology of the suicide bomber, however of the moment such a possibility might seem. In suggesting that ideology is a form of masturbation, Conrad seems to be reinforcing his view, expressed quite explicitly in the early pages of The Secret Agent, that it is not ideas but made and useful things that form society.

When the English lawyer and novelist published in 1973, he was equally praised and condemned for his accurate rendition of dissident voices in British society. Thirteen years after first publishing The Secret Agent Conrad felt a need to step forward and justify his portrayals by saying that he had received many communications from ex-radicals saying, in effect, “yes, we were exactly like that”.

In fact, Burns’s “tape-recorded” testimonies were entirely fictional and not based on specific research, while Conrad’s revolutionaries are a compound of dockyard chatter and high-society gossip, his revolutionaries mere toothless cogs in a dysfunctional machine. The only victims are the innocent, the only potent loyalties those of family and blood.

Conrad has a curious history on screen. He stands behind the maniac Col Kurtz in , though Coppola’s epic is by no means a straightforward dramatisation of .

He’s referenced obliquely but tellingly in Alien where the squabbly freighter that houses the creature that will destroy civilisation is called the Nostromo. The novel of that name was the subject of an Anglo-Italian adaptation in 1997 and screened on 麻豆官网首页入口 Two.

The Secret Agent was filmed a year before, with Bob Hoskins as Verloc and with Patricia Arquette, Gerard Depardieu, Eddie Izzard, Jim Broadbent and Christian Bale all in the cast.

The challenge, not quite met by ’s script, was to convey Conrad’s characters - and that includes the worn policeman Heat, who should be the book’s moral centre but somehow isn’t – with the right mix of caricatural savagery and human depth.

We understand more about Conrad’s world now because we live in a latter-day version of it, blooded by terrorism and by the fear of terrorism, caught up in a bonfire of the old ideologies, each of us nervously guarding our circles of society and anxiously negotiating our intersections with others.

That’s the world Conrad portrays and this is the world his revolutionaries, who also stand for above-ground politicians, bankers, businessmen and the poor bloody infantry that make up the social majority, shabbily inhabit.

One of Conrad's characters, Yundt, not a man of action or even an inspiring orator, epitomises this world: “With a more subtle intention, he took the part of an insolent and venomous evoker of sinister impulses which lurk in the blind envy and exasperated vanity of ignorance, in the suffering and misery of poverty, in all the hopeful and noble illusions of righteous anger, pity and revolt.”

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