The Constant Gardener
Pure, hardcore drama, mixing true soulmates and evil bureaucrats sub-sub-sub-contracting death squads on activists writing reports. True love can unite a career foreign office drone with a passion for gardening, and another richer activist/journalist with a knack for pissing off powerful people.
It’s not a spoiler that the death squad finds and kills her almost right away, along with her friend a local Kenyan doctor who is helping her. The husband notices her secrets and investigates deeper, expecting to find one or more lovers, but it’s much worse: the government he is serving killed her.
Something about sending expired medicine for tax breaks, while “providing” free health care in exchange for bodies to test new drugs on. The diplomats grease the right wheels, hands are mutually washed, everyone wins.
Our protagonist eventuality drops the suit and goes around with a ratty T-shirt, all around East Africa looking for answers. He’s killed anyway, but the London lawyer can at least fire their latest truth bullet from beyond the grave, hitting the spymaster in a nice London Cathedral.
For a Le Carré story, this is not very conservative, I guess it was from his later, less reactionary period.
I would fall for Rachel Weisz even if she wasn’t rich!
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