Madame Foucade’s Secret War, by Lynne Olson

I picked this book up after reading the New York Times’ review of it, which used words like “fast-paced” and “gripping” as well as “impressively researched.” I wasn’t so gripped (more later), but definitely intrigued enough to finish the book.

Marie Foucade (as well as her two husbands and a wartime lover) was a French spy for the British intelligence service. She was not a Gaullist, and largely post World War II (as we learn in the afterwards), it was primarily the Gaullist resistance that was credited as heroic (the Communists had their own lists publicized by their party). Foucade was a right-leaning anti-Fascist/anti-Nazi from an upper crust background.

Foucade selected and trained dozens of agents from all walks of life. She lead an entire section: gave assignments, dealt with captured comrades, saw many of her team arrested, tortured, killed. She escaped from prison herself.  Though she was afraid that comrades wouldn’t respect her because she was a woman, largely this was not born out.  She was trusted and revered by the British, her French comrades, and eventually post-war, the French nation.  Chirac ok’ed her burial in Les Invalides in Paris, where Napoleon and other French military heroes are buried. There are few other women buried there – she was the first.

In spite of the eventful life she read, the book was a bit too “and then…” rather than moved by her motivations. Maybe I’ve been reading too much Robert Caro. It was only in the post-script that I learned that she was a rightist. Perhaps I was dense not understanding  that since she had money and personally knew DeGaulle and Reynaud, top brass from the elite French military school, she must have leaned right. Anyhow, I would have appreciated a bit of background earlier in the book about the politics swirling in pre-war, early occupation France.