Our Woman in Jamaica

Sometimes the ballot-box and the bullet aren't incompatible ...




Jamaica, 1980. With a general election looming, the left-of-centre People's National Party stands to win a third term of radical social reform. Ties with Russia and Cuba will be strengthened. The IMF will be shown the door. Newly hatched revolutionary movements, like the Sandinistas in Nicaragua, and the JRG in El Salvador, will be encouraged.




Neither London nor Washington wants any of that. Unfortunately, however, the only person who could conceivably do anything about it is someone the Brits would rather not acknowledge. Ruby Parker's just twenty-five, but she and MI6 already have a shared history. And she's been written off by everyone there who matters.