Billion-Dollar Brain

Billion-Dollar Brain (1966) – Len Deighton
Jonathan Cape | ISBN: nobly absent | Condition: Good (with character)
Sold, somewhat proudly, by Crappy Old Books

Here we have Billion-Dollar Brain, Len Deighton’s gloriously twisty Cold War caper, from that golden age when computers filled rooms, wore suits, and were described as “Electronic Data Processing” with a straight face.

This is the 1966 Jonathan Cape edition, the proper hardback, not one of those flimsy later things. It has lived an actual life, done genuine service, and collected a few very Cold-War-appropriate scars along the way.

The plot (of the book, not the condition)

Inside, it’s still classic Deighton:

• A slightly shambolic, nameless spy dragged into a world of megalomaniacs, dodgy conspiracies and a ludicrously over-hyped computer.

• The titular “billion-dollar brain” – a mighty Honeywell-powered system that promises to run revolutions and world-saving operations using punch cards and optimism.

• Layers of irony, bureaucracy, and double-dealing that prove once again that the most dangerous thing in espionage is not the enemy… it’s management.

All of that, happily intact.

The condition report (aka: the real espionage file)

• Condition: Good – not “near fine”, not “museum piece”, but solid, honest, and perfectly readable. The sort of book that looks like it’s actually been read, which in this case is absolutely true.

• Ex-library from City Hospital library – yes, this one moonlighted as professional entertainment for staff and patients. Expect the usual artefacts of institutional life: possibly stamps, codes, and the faint aura of being borrowed by someone on a night shift in 1973 who needed a break from reality.

• First endpaper torn out – normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal. Endpapers are the book equivalent of decorative foyer space. However, this particular one carried the second half of a Honeywell Electronic Data Processing sheet that started on the front inner cover. So the surviving half is now a sort of tantalising relic of mid-60s computing evangelism. You get:

  • The front inner cover with the first half of the Honeywell EDP sheet – a glorious period flavour note.

  • Then… a neatly absent first endpaper, taking the rest of the Honeywell boasting with it.
    In espionage terms, it’s like having half the secret dossier: enough to intrigue, not enough to indict.

  • However, endpaper is repeated in back, so you do get the whole picture.

• Ding on spine – a noticeable but non-structural dent. Nothing is torn, nothing broken. Think of it as:

  • “Previously dropped during a moment of suspense.”

  • Or perhaps, more plausibly: “Lightly whacked against a book trolley in City Hospital sometime during the 1980s.”
    Either way, it’s cosmetic, not catastrophic.

Why this battered beauty is still brilliant

• It’s first and foremost a reading copy, not a shrine. You can actually open it without having to put on white gloves and whisper an apology to a collector’s society.

• The partial Honeywell EDP sheet is unintentionally perfect: Deighton’s whole book is about the myth of the all-powerful machine, and here your copy literally has a fragment of 1960s data-processing propaganda glued to the front. It’s like having a themed ex libris that just got a bit too enthusiastic with the scissors.

• The ex-City Hospital library provenance adds a strange charm: this isn’t just a spy novel, it’s a piece of quiet working history. It has probably sat on a shelf next to books on cardiology, industrial injuries, and “How to Stop Smoking”, waiting patiently for someone who prefers fiction involving dead drops and unreliable allies.

Ideal for:

• Readers who like their Cold War thrillers with a side of Cold War technology worship.

• Nostalgics for the era when the word “computer” conjured a room full of metal cabinets and men in short-sleeved shirts, not a rectangle in your pocket.

• People who enjoy the sheer cheek of buying a book about a billion-dollar brain from a place called Crappy Old Books.

• Anyone who secretly prefers their books a bit flawed, as if they’ve already lived through several classified operations.

This copy will not win any beauty contests judged by mint-condition purists. But it has provenance, personality, and just the right amount of damage to feel authentic. The story is all there, the pages are ready, and the only thing missing is the rest of Honeywell’s sales pitch—which, frankly, you can imagine.

Offered by Crappy Old Books, where the spines occasionally have dings, the endpapers occasionally escape, but the stories are still very much alive. 

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