Trinity: The Treachery and Pursuit of the Most Dangerous Spy in History

Trinity: The Treachery and Pursuit of the Most Dangerous Spy in History

by Frank Close
Trinity: The Treachery and Pursuit of the Most Dangerous Spy in History

Trinity: The Treachery and Pursuit of the Most Dangerous Spy in History

by Frank Close

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Overview

"Trinity" was the codename for the test explosion of the atomic bomb in New Mexico on July 16, 1945. This exceptional book tells the story of the bomb's metaphorical father, Rudolf Peierls; his intellectual son, the atomic spy, Klaus Fuchs, and the ghosts of the security services in Britain, the USA and USSR. Against the background of pre-war Nazi Germany, World War II and the following Cold War, the book traces how Peierls brought Fuchs into his family and his laboratory, how Fuchs became a spy, his motivations and the information he passed to his Soviet contacts, including after he went with Peierls to join the Manhattan Project 1944. Frank Close is himself a distinguished nuclear physicist: uniquely, the book explains the science as well as the spying. In 1951, the US Congressional Committee on Atomic Espionage concluded, "Fuchs alone has influenced the safety of more people and accomplished greater damage than any other spy not only in the history of the United States, but in the history of nations." This book is the most comprehensive account yet published of these events, and of the tragic figure at their center.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780141986449
Publisher: Penguin Random House UK
Publication date: 12/01/2020
Pages: 512
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.70(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Frank Close is Professor Emeritus of Theoretical Physics at Oxford University and Fellow Emeritus in Physics at Exeter College, Oxford. He was formerly Head of the Theoretical Physics Division at the Rutherford Appleton Laboratory at Harwell, vice president of the British Association for Advancement of Science and Head of Communications and Public Education at CERN. He was awarded the Kelvin Medal of the Institute of Physics in 1996, an OBE for "services to research and the public understanding of science" in 2000, and the Royal Society Michael Faraday Prize for communicating science in 2013. As a young man he worked with Rudolf Peierls, in circumstances he describes in this book.

Read an Excerpt

Prologue: Oxford 1967
‘I am Piles!’
The source of this enigmatic statement was a bespectacled, white-
haired man in his sixties, wearing a drab grey sports jacket with a pouch of
tobacco protruding from one pocket. His right hand fiddled with the
pouch’s contents, while the left played with a pipe that refused to light.
He was five feet seven and a half inches tall, as I would later learn from
MI5 files.
It was a September morning in 1967. The encounter took place in the
hallway of 12 Parks Road, a Victorian house in north Oxford, an ample
and slightly down‑​at‑​heel building that could easily have doubled for a
vicarage in an Agatha Christie novel. In those days 12 Parks Road was
home to the university’s Department of Theoretical Physics. I was a nervous
new graduate student on my first day in Oxford. I had walked up the
gravel drive opposite the University Parks, and entered: as the front door
swung closed behind me, the thud echoed back from the rafters two flights
of stairs above. I found myself in a silent, gloomy hallway.
Linoleum covered the floor; a stairway of dark wood led to upper landings;
imposing oak doors were all shut. A musty smell hinted at decades
of decay. The walls were painted ochre, their only decoration a large board
that listed the scientists who had offices there. Against each name was a
tag, which indicated whether the individual was ‘IN’ or ‘OUT’. It appeared
that everyone was ‘OUT’.
Alone in this apparently empty mansion, I was wondering what to do,
when from the subterranean depths of the basement a man appeared like
a mole from its burrow. He greeted me in a strong central European
accent, with stress on every word: ‘Can I Help Yo?’ Taken aback by this
strange encounter with (I assumed) the janitor, I replied ‘I don’t think so’,
to which the apparition made the bizarre reply that he was ‘Piles’.
Flustered, I then realized that he had actually said ‘I am Peierls’:Pi‑​Urls
– Rudolf Peierls, the father of the atomic bomb, and one-time mentor to Klaus
Fuchs, the most damaging spy of modern times. More than
three decades after he had fled Nazi persecution, Peierls’ Germanic
cadences remained. Breathless at failing to recognize the head of Theoretical
Physics, I stuttered, ‘I am Frank Close.’ I was about to explain why
I was there when Peierls proffered his hand as if my arrival was the highlight
of his day. ‘Plizzed to Mit Yo,’ he said firmly, nodding his head in
welcome as he led me into his office.
At my high school in Peterborough, entering the inner sanctum of the
head’s study had been a journey of dread. But in Oxford, Peierls ushered
me kindly into a new world. Here I was welcomed as a new member of
an international family of scientists. I was twenty-two years old, the same
age as many of the physicists who had designed and built the atomic
bomb – and the same age as Klaus Fuchs when he first settled at university
in England, like Peierls a refugee from Hitler.

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