Why hasn’t anyone made a movie based on any of the books of Alan Furst? Sure, you’d have to fob Paris or Budapest in the late 1930s and there would be the usual old cars, suits and hats and SS uniforms - but the rest should be easy. Wet streets, some fog, a light rain - a man and woman walking from a party not sure if they are being followed by a jealous husband or a Nazi informer.
Maybe because these special books, like Furst’s latest Mission to Paris, already feel like movies. I took out another novel set in Europe during the second world war and it’s frustrating. I’m willing it into being an Alan Furst novel. It’s like trying to turn a Black Sabbath record in Sgt. Pepper’s. It’s not fair.
Mission to Paris. Read it this summer - and then read Dark Voyage, Kingdon of Shadows, Red Gold …