Creation Lake is a mesmerizing novel about a secret agent, a thirty-four-year-old American woman of ruthless tactics, bold opinions, and clean beauty, who is sent to infiltrate an anarchist collective in France.

Sadie Smith, the protagonist, introduces herself to her lover and the rural commune of French subversives she is spying on. Her lover, Lucien, a young and well-born Parisian, is deceived by her calculated "cold bump," making him believe their encounter was accidental. Lucien, like everyone else Sadie targets, becomes a tool in her strategic game.

Sadie's operations are dictated by her shadowy "contacts" in business and government, who first want her to incite provocation and then demand even more. In the picturesque region of centuries-old farms and ancient caves, Sadie becomes entranced by Bruno Lacombe, a mentor to the young activists. Bruno communicates only by email and believes that true freedom from modern life's woes lies not in revolt but in returning to the ancient past.

As Sadie is convinced of her role as the puppet master, she finds herself seduced by Bruno's ingenious counter-histories and his tragic story. Rachel Kushner crafts a taut and dazzling rendition of "noir" in this novel, making it a work of high art, high comedy, and unforgettable pleasure.

In a British colony in West Africa, Henry Scobie is a pious and righteous man of modest means enlisted with securing borders. But when he’s passed over for a promotion as commissioner of police, the humiliation hits hardest for his wife, Louise.

Already oppressed by the appalling climate, frustrated in a loveless marriage, and belittled by the wives of more privileged officers, Louise wants out. Feeling responsible for her unhappiness, Henry decides against his better judgment to accept a loan from a black marketeer to secure Louise’s passage. It’s just a single indiscretion, yet for Henry it precipitates a rapid fall from grace as one moral compromise after another leads him into a web of blackmail, adultery, and murder.

And for a devout man like Henry, there may be nothing left but damnation.