Approaching the middle of the Cold War, the two superpowers of the world exchanged twin spies among a spy bridge in Berlin separating East and West from Berlin. The date was February 10, 1962. Recently the snow had turned into a snowstorm, merely symbolic of the temporary thaw in relations between the US and the Soviet Union, which would allow them to perform this gesture before the nuclear madness went down. arms race.
At the time, according to the author, Gil Whiteley, the two ideological enemies had only ten ICBM nuclear warheads. Thirty years after the end of the Cold War, they could have tens of thousands of people. Eisenhower's warning about the military / industrial complex seems to have been ignored. In time, the Spy Bridge hides the fact that we see that the crescent is set for war, which fortunately never came true. It was fighting in the shade. The wolves skillfully peel the layers of onion dome to shed light on fears on the other side.
Enter the stage of the failed William Fisher, a spy from Russia's rather curious suffering. From Germany, he had entered Canada through the Quebec City passengers under one of the alleged names. Date 1948 It's November. The Soviets are seriously behind on nuclear technology, and since the days of the Los Alamos and Manhattan Programs, they have been spying on Americans to win games. Fisher & # 39; s job is to collect and set up a spy network throughout the US, as the latest spies have been discovered and addressed to Russian spies (Claus Fuchs and Rosenbergs executed). William Fisher is a great spy. He was mainly concerned with keeping himself deeply hidden at all costs. He has not been a real spy for many years. He seems quite comfortable keeping his cover as a painter in New York after retirement after making gossip photos in the business. The author notes that since no one has produced more than half of the photos to date, his cover should have been suspicious at first glance.
This reminds me of two Nazi spies who landed in Gaspé during World War II. They lasted about fifteen minutes. They stormed into the middle of a small hotel and asked for no room. Paying in long-outdated currency, they went to the room for much needed rest. The office clerk could not imagine where these two "trips" came from. Did they really spoil the suitcases from the next village, as they say, because they came on foot and bought diesel fuel? He immediately called the Mountains. William Fischer should have been similarly found by neighbors, who used to contradict each other about his past, but they were accidentally falsified by what people who are usually inventors do. A man without achievements makes them make an impression on others. Although he was obviously a liar with his many contradictory stories, he was well known for hail, and he deeply shared their interest in art. His only contact in America, which he cultivated in a land of no use, was Reino Hayhanen, a supporter of the maritime problem of floods, if the Resurrection discussions were resurrected.
Enter the stage to the right, Frances Gary Powers, a young experienced pilot, approached by the CIA to fly in Soviet airspace. At the moment the US has command of a Strategic Bomb, large bombers are constantly on the move and ready to fly to the North Pole to deliver nuclear bombs to Russian hypothetical targets. The Russians will soon coincide with nuclear bomb technology and jump ahead with ballistic missiles that can cross the continents in just minutes. America is in a panic and desperate to know how many missiles the Soviets have and where they are. The US has developed a U2 aircraft that can fly at 70,000 feet, exceeding the ability of Russian fighters to disrupt. They need the best pilots in the country to fly long missions on hostile territory, taking photos of rocket launchers. For various reasons, it is practically impossible to apply to the CIA to develop a spy network in the Soviet Union. This is the only avenue of approach open to them, and probably the most reliable.
Forces coming from a very modest Virginia background are offered a staggering thirty thousand dollars to fly for the CIA. All those who know the US will recognize the frustration of many Americans with disadvantage. Today's & # 39; in money that would be equivalent to about half a million dollars a year. The work consists mainly of educational missions. Any invasion of hostile airspace must have the approval of the President, so there are few Russian flights. The real enemy is the boredom and jealousy of women who cannot accompany them to remote airbases in Turkey, Iran and Pakistan.
Another important character in this drama is so meaningless. U2 is itself. Whiteley expertly describes the development of the aircraft needed to fly above and beyond Russian MIGs. No doubt, readers need basic aviation knowledge, but the author opens the door for readers of commerce schools. He explains why the aircraft was flying at such heights, why the U2 had such low control in the thin air, why the engine had to be so powerful that it was just a little distant from the orbit, why the constraints : Acceleration and acceleration at these altitudes required the aircraft to fly in general, and why is it not expected for the pilot to ransom seventy thousand feet. At that height, the parachute parachute and the human body, kept under pressure by exaggerated tensile pressure, were expected to explode due to the flow of blood and the expansion of gases in the body. During the tests the unprotected skin was blown as the planes reached heights. Imagine an astronaut without his suits walking in outer space. The result will be instant red and brown popnado . It is conceivable that U2 pilots could not have predicted such images, but it is more likely that they suppressed them by allowing their subconscious minds to create a constant overwhelming subculture of fear for their very existence, perhaps the cause of many. mobile & # 39; death.
The canvas on which this drama opens is also stretched to perfection. Iles Island fearlessly tells us about two powerful and enormous rivals trying to impress each other with outdoor displays of greenhouse explosions that serve as a warning about the power of a 100 megaton mushroom cloud and two hostile giants. Whiteley takes into account the separate perspective needed to understand the stupidity of mankind and how close we were to the sinless act of self-immolation. The son of former Secretary General Sergei Khrushchev has invaluable access. Fifty years away is the same.
In this work we look at modern political systems. The Soviet Union, led by dogmatic social engineers, who willingly sacrifices thousands in Gulag to create human behavior to adopt the concept of self-affirmation for the greater good of the state. Imagine, if you will, a villager in charge of the Russian bomber Donald Trump and the reckless intelligence of the UN tend to take off his shoes and blow them up on his desk as the ultimate force for his articulation. The peasant leader insists that the Soviet Union produce ICBMs like sausages and bury them in the United States. Take a look at the map of the Soviet Union. You can locate three complete United States in its territory. Websites have been created to prove or deny the Soviet Union, which are ready to destroy the United States at once, and notification of it would be a terrible matter, so Khrushchev must be accepted. Hence the need to increase flights.
The other side is, in essence, a class system, carried out by lottery winners in the capitalist struggle for individual supremacy. Their leader John Kennedy was one of the more successful, morally ambiguous beneficiaries. Fon F. Kennedy joked that his father asked him how much votes he needed to win the 1960 election because he was too cheap to pay for a landslide. It is of little importance that the American proletariat wants everyone to play the game by losing the chance of becoming a bourgeoisie. The tempting miracle of wealth, the freedom to choose whether or not to jump on the wheel of exercise are more important. That's right, even defenders like Gary Pores will defend death, even if it means destroying the planet. After World War II, America is an industrial giant, and the average citizen is incomparably better off with the free flow of capital and the credit system. They will protect it, even if it means a pre-nuclear strike.
Surprisingly, the world's largest communist power will require fifty years to prove that sometimes the capitalist system works best. At that time, however, the US system was losing influence worldwide. For freelancers it seemed very shocking. China, Cuba, Greece, North Korea, Indochina, Malaysia, almost all of Eastern Europe, and many others fell under Communist influence. therefore the desperate need to reach the number of ICBMs. The Cold War was very real, a nuclear signal that was ready to ignite.
Fisher, a Soviet spy, is held captive, sentenced and jailed in Atlanta. Powers executed on Russia are also jailed. & # 39; Spy Bridge & # 39; tells the details and background of their exchange in Berlin shortly after the construction of the Iron Curtain.
I & nbsp; I'll let author Iles Whiteley take it from here, because he can do a much better job than I ever could. Whiteley writes with the professional skill of a dedicated journalist, weaving from time to time a few strands to create the most popular and most relevant story from the most popular perspective. In my opinion, the work is extremely well-researched, containing stories of many bits of players, such as the men who ran rocket sites that brought in superpowers & # 39; U2 landed at 1500 miles in Soviet airspace. Collecting such detailed and accurate information over the course of fifty years on several continents is therefore a feat of Herculean proportions for even the best writer. I tip my hat on his supreme skills in understanding the dark depths of the past.
Now that I have an interest in the subject and skill of the author, I must propose. Napoleon was very wrong about England. it is not inhabited solely by shopkeepers. It seems to be two kinds, one that tempts too many talented craftsmen or scientists. Like many English non-fiction authors, Giles is a member of the first group with his aspirations. If I say that the author is academic, then it is the kiss of death in his work as far as the pleasure of reading goes. The wolves are dangerously closed several times, crossing the line for short periods of time and jumping quickly to keep the case interesting and moving forward.
There is a temptation among academics when they have superior knowledge of the subject and the facts are fully mastered. One of these mistakes is to make links. "I was there in Swaziland, facing thousands of armed and half-naked rebel natives, but all in the future. First let me tell you about my impulse youth and what made me join Queen's own rifles as a surgeon for them. "Giles does this with his opening head, presenting a minor character at the bridge site that is quickly forgotten. She touches him at the end, about two hundred and sixty pages later, but my memory is unable to place her.
Academics want to make sure they do a lot of work together, based on the fact that it defines the reader as responsible. In just a few pages, it becomes clear that Gilles is in English and one of the elite schools, all without reading a book jacket. Giles has a subconscious habit of giving the reader the intellectual dictation and pedantry of his credentials, the mental snobbery he gave himself when he received his diploma. The reason why the author is going to do it, sabotaging his own work, is beyond me. His credentials as a professional journalist and editor probably also overestimated his secretions, preventing them from commenting on another stylistic error, further irritating the rapidly moving historical drama for the reader. He often makes references or conclusions about someone or something at the end of a small passage that is so bleak that the passage has to be re-read to understand. For example, first he could talk about a plane capable of crossing seventy thousand feet of barrier, then he could discuss the plan of making that plane, and finally its reference or consequence would be & # 39; it's & # 39; I don't know how many times I've had to re-read the passage to find out who & # 39; One last thing I thought was disturbing was the introduction of a multitude of endless characters. We have become so familiar with Berlis, Donovants, Drozdovs, Mihans, Silvers, Sudoplatovs, John Brooks and others that their meaning becomes distant memory. Since Gilles has created a character list in the background, he finds it inappropriate to push your memory with a mild reminder. Forget who she is. Go look, do it! Simply Actor Title as & # 39; Dramatis Personae & # 39; It should have been his subconscious academic tendencies, but I'm trying. Giles, in general, I have given you B plus for your work, but if you want to get a higher rating on your next assignment, in the future I will be less expectant of you, young man.
All facetiousness aside, & # 39; Bridge of Spies & # 39; more than a good read, it is appropriate to understand who we are and an important, accurate story for the days when the nuclear holocaust was a very real opportunity for people of my generation. I remember the days of pirates on the telephone poles and pilot airports in rural areas dug in the classroom to get under the benches and get ducks. If I remember anything about my early adolescence, he would have had to prepare and withstand nuclear destruction as an eight-year-old. Iles Isles Whiteley does a great job of bringing that era to life.