THE ALICE NETWORK by Kate Quinn
On Sale: June 6, 2017
William Morrow Trade Paperback Original ISBN: 9780062654199 Pages: 528 | Price: $16.99
Also available in eBook: ISBN: 9780062654205 | $9.99
And as an audio book: ISBN: 9780062676603 | $27.99
Based on the amazing, but little-known true story of the Alice Network (a la Hidden Figures), the Network was the real-life effort of French aristocrat Louise de Bettignies, nicknamed “The Queen of Spies.” She coordinated espionage efforts of about 100 people—including many women—throughout France during World War I. Smuggling soldiers behind enemy lines to safety and collecting intelligence for the English among other missions, Bettignies’ network was one of the most successful during the war. Yet her efforts, along with the other women who worked with her, haven’t been given their due until now. And to add even more authenticity to this fact-to-fiction novel, while researching, Quinn had access to original source material from descendants of women who worked directly alongside the Queen of Spies in her network!
THE ALICE NETWORK opens in the chaotic aftermath of World War II, with American college girl Charlie St. Clair pregnant, unmarried, and on the verge of being thrown out of her very proper family (it is 1947 after all). To make matters worse, her beloved cousin Rose hasn’t been heard from in two years and is feared dead after disappearing in Nazi-occupied France. But even after all this time, Charlie still clings to the desperate hope Rose might still be alive. So when Charlie’s parents banish her to Europe to have her “little problem” taken care of, she breaks free of her mother’s stifling oversight and heads to London, determined to find out what happened to the cousin she loves like a sister.
Flash back to 1915 and readers will find themselves a year into the Great War and introduced to nineteen-year-old Eve Gardiner. Overlooked and underestimated because of her stutter, Eve burns to join the fight against the Germans and unexpectedly gets her chance when she’s recruited to work as a spy. Sent into enemy-occupied France, she’s trained by the mesmerizing “Queen of Spies” who manages a vast web of secret agents—known as the Alice Network—right under the enemy’s nose.
The narrative between Charlie and Eve collides when, after finding her way to Eve’s crumbling London home, Charlie demands assistance in locating her cousin. In doing so, she utters a name Eve hasn’t heard in decades—not since the Alice Network was betrayed in a stunning turn of events thirty years ago. Desperate to find answers that very may well be intertwined, Charlie and Eve set out on a mission to discover the truth once and for all…no matter where their hunt may lead.
Night had fallen by the time I staggered, weary and starving, off the train in London. The city rolled out in front of me in one huge dark smoky mass—I had no idea where 10 Hampson Street might be. I had a few coins left in my pocketbook, and as I hailed a cab I prayed it would be enough. I really didn’t relish having to yank a pearl off my grandmother’s necklace just to pay for a taxi ride. Maybe I shouldn’t have left that waitress a whole pound . . . But I wasn’t sorry.
The driver took me to what he said was Pimlico and dumped me at a line of tall row houses. It had started to rain in earnest. I looked around for my hallucination, but there was no flash of blond hair. Just a dark street, the spitting rain, the worn steps of number 10 climbing to a dingy peeling door. I hoisted my case, clambered up, and banged the knocker before my courage deserted me.
No answer. I banged again. The rain was falling harder, and despair rose in me like a wave. I pounded and pounded until my fist ached, until I saw the minute twitch of the curtain beside the door.
“I know someone’s in there!” I wrenched the door handle, blinded by rain. “Let me in!”
To my surprise the handle turned, and I flew inside, falling at last off my impractical shoes. I hit the floor of the dark hallway on my knees, tearing my stockings, and then the door banged shut and I heard the click of a pistol being cocked.
Her voice was low, graveled, slurred, ferocious. “Who are you, and what the bloody fuck are you doing in my house?”
The streetlamps sent a blurry light through the curtains, half-illuminating the dark hallway. I could see a tall gaunt figure, a straggle of hair, the fiery end of a lit cigarette. The gleam of light off a pistol barrel, pointing straight at me.
I should have been terrified, recoiling from the shock and the gun and the language. But fury had swept aside the last piece of my feel-nothing fog, and I gathered my legs under me to stand, torn stocking snagging. “I’m looking for Evelyn Gardiner.”
“I don’t care who you’re looking for. If you don’t tell me why I’ve got a damned Yank breaking into my house, I’ll shoot you. I’m old and I’m drunk, but this is a Luger nine-millimeter P08 in excellent condition. Drunk or sober I can take the back of your skull out at this range.”
“I’m Charlie St. Clair.” Pushing the wet hair out of my eyes. “My cousin Rose Fournier went missing in France during the war, and you might know how to find her.”
Abruptly the electric wall lamp switched on. I blinked in the rush of harsh light. Standing over me was a tall gaunt woman in a faded print dress, her graying hair straggling around a time-ravaged face. She could have been fifty, or she could have been seventy. She had the Luger in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other; she kept the pistol steadily trained on my forehead as she raised the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag. Bile rose in my throat as I saw her hands. Good God, what had happened to her hands?
“I’m Eve Gardiner,” she said at last. “And I don’t know anything about this cousin of yours.”
“You might,” I said desperately. “You might—if you’ll just talk to me.”
“That’s your plan, little Yank?” Her hooded storm-gray eyes surveyed me like a contemptuous bird of prey. “Burst into my house at nightfall, no plan, and I’m betting no money, on the chance I’d know something about your m-missing friend?”
“Yes.” Faced with her gun and her scorn I couldn’t explain why, why the chance to find Rose had turned suddenly all-consuming in my wrecked life. I couldn’t explain this strange savage desperation, or why I had let it drive me here. I could only state the truth: “I had to come.”
“Well.” Eve Gardiner lowered her pistol. “I suppose you’ll want t-tea.”
“Yes, tea would be—”
“I don’t have any.” She turned and made her way back down the dark hall, walking long-strided and careless. Her bare feet looked like an eagle’s claws. She weaved a little as she walked, the Luger swinging freely at her side, and I saw she still had a finger through the trigger. Crazy, I thought. The old cow is crazy.
And her hands—they were monstrous knobbed lumps, every knuckle misshapen and grotesque. They looked more like lobster claws than hands.
“Keep up,” she said without turning, and I scurried after her. She struck a door open and flicked on a light, and I saw a cold sitting room—a mess of a place, grate unlit, drapes drawn so no chink of light could come in off the street, old newspapers and dirty tea mugs lying everywhere.
“Miss.” She flung herself down in a shabby armchair overlooking the whole messy room, tossing her pistol down on the table beside it. I winced, but the thing didn’t go off. “And you can call me Eve. You’ve f-forced your way into my house, so that’s a level of intimacy I’m already disliking you for. What’s a name?”
“I didn’t mean to force my way—”
“Yes, you did. You want something, and you want it badly. What is it?”
I pulled up a hassock and sat down, suddenly uncertain where to start. I’d been so focused on getting here, I hadn’t thought how exactly I should begin. Two girls times eleven summers, divided by one ocean and one war . . .
Connect with Kate at the following events:
June 6, 2017 | 7:00PM
Launch event at East City Bookstore
645 Pennsylvania Ave SE, Suite 100, Washington, DC
June 7, 2017 | 7:00PM
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June 8, 2017 | 7:00PM
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June 21, 2017 | 7:00PM
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June 25, 2017 | 2:30PM
Multnomah County Library, Central Branch
801 SW 10th Avenue, Portland, OR
Multi-author event featuring: Kate Quinn, Laura Kamoie, Stephanie Dray, Jennifer Robson, Sofia Grant, & Heather Webb