I am slowly working my way through the novels of Graham Greene. The latest one I’ve read is Our Man in Havana, written in 1958. Overall, I have to say that it’s not as strong a book as The Heart of the Matter or The Power and the Glory, but I still found it enjoyable. Wormold, a vacuum cleaner salesman in Havana, is running out of money. He worries what will become of his 17-year-old daughter Milly if something were to happen to him. When Hawthorne approaches him with an offer of $300 a month plus expenses to become a spy for the English government, he becomes Agent 59200/5. He files fake reports, filing for expenses, dreaming up a complicated miliary installation based on one of his vacuum cleaner designs, and recruiting imaginary people as subagents. The home office, so impressed with his work, even send him a secretary, Beatrice. Things turn topsy-turvy when some of the stories come to life. The whole darkly comic novel brims with satire of the espionage system.