After spending her girlhood writing gentle and thoughtful novels of the lesbian experience (SHADOWS, WARM AND WILLING, ENOUGH OF SORROW), Jill Emerson reinvented herself in the early 1970s, just when contemporary literature was experiencing an enormous flowering of sexuality. Even as the whole culture rocked with the sexual revolution, popular fiction echoed this change with a flinging off of censorship and a surge of sexual candor. And Jill wrote three books for Berkley. The first, THIRTY, was in the form of a diary, piling incident upon incident as the diarist, a woman in her thirtieth year, fled her safe suburban marriage and went off in search of her real self. The second, THREESOME, took the form of a collaborative novel in which the three participants in a menage a trois wrote a book together to chronicle their own experience-an experience that continued to evolve as each read what the others had written. A MADWOMAN'S DIARY, you won't be surprised to learn, is a return to the diary form. Once again the diarist is a young woman, seeking a richer and more fulfilling life in and out of bed. But the book owes its storyline to more than Jill Emerson's imagination. Interestingly enough, it grows out of a psychosexual case history previously reported by John Warren Wells. Jill, having read JWW's book in manuscript, couldn't get one particular case out of her head. It was, she thought, a perfect springboard for fiction. And the next thing she knew she was typing away, entirely caught up in the woman's story as it spooled itself out of her typewriter. John Warren Wells was unlikely to object. He and Jill, always friends, occasionally lovers, were comfortable sharing their work, and not infrequently would dedicate their books to each other. And, even if JWW found Jill's decorous plagiarism unsettling, what could he possibly do about it?Both he and Jill are in fact pen names-or, if you prefer, alternate selves-of author Lawrence Block. So they have all the reason in the world to get along. This ebook edition of A MADWOMAN'S DIARY includes as a bonus the opening chapter of the seventh Jill Emerson novel, THE TROUBLE WITH EDEN.

A Madwoman's Diary - The Jill Emerson Novels, #6

Antiquariatsbesitzer und Einbrecher Bernie Rhodenbarr neigt im Allgemeinen nicht zu philosophischen Überlegungen, wenn es um seine kriminellen Aktivitäten geht. Er hat das Talent dazu, es ist ansteckend aufregend und es ist vor allem viel profitabler, als alte Wälzer zu verkaufen. Er stiehlt, also is(s)t er - Punkt. Andererseits könnte er durchaus über den tieferen Sinn der Ereignisse im luxuriösen Heim von Herb und Wanda Colcannon nachdenken. Dort wird in der Nacht, in der Bernie heimlich zu Gast ist, offenbar gleich dreimal eingebrochen: einmal vor und einmal nach ihm. Es gelingt ihm zwar, einige schöne Schmuckstücke und eine äußerst wertvolle Münze zu stehlen, aber dummerweise lassen die dritten Einbrecher Herb bewusstlos und Wanda tot zurück ... und die Polizei ist sich sicher, dass der Verantwortliche dafür auf den Namen Rhodenbarr hört. Für existenzielle Grübeleien bleibt nun keine Zeit, aber Bernie muss dennoch sehr gründlich nachdenken, um einen Ausweg aus diesem mörderischen Dilemma zu finden. # »Neues von Manhattans Lieblingseinbrecher/Antiquariatsbuchhändler. Diesmal statten Bernie und seine Handlangerin Carolyn (eine lesbische Hundewäscherin) einer schicken Bude in der 18th Street einen Besuch ab - und obwohl vor ihnen schon andere Einbrecher das Haus auf den Kopf gestellt haben, finden sie einen wertvollen Nickel aus dem Jahr 1913, den sie Bernies geliebtem Hehler, dem alten Abel Crowe, anvertrauen. Doch es droht Ungemach, weil in derselben Nacht die Gattin des Hausbesitzers ermordet wird. Die gewohnte Mischung aus Einbrüchen, Betrügereien, dummen Polizisten, schlauen Sprüchen, Village-Milieu . und ein bisschen Numismatik: Bernie-Fans werden nicht enttäuscht sein.« ~Virginia Kirkus Reviews »Der Einbrecher, der Spinoza studierte ist der vierte Bernie-Rhodenbarr-Krimi von Lawrence Bock. Es handelt sich, wie bei Der Einbrecher, der gerne Kipling zitierte, um einen Krimi mit viel Humor. Mr. Block muss inzwischen der Kritiker überdrüssig sein, die ihn mit Donald Westlake vergleichen, aber Westlake ist eine ausgezeichnete Gesellschaft. Bernie tötet keine Menschen; das ist uncool. Stattdessen liest er Spinoza, Dr. Johnson, Wordsworth, Robert Frost und Piaget, hört Haydn oder Vivaldi, sieht sich Chagalls an und schläft mit einer plappernden SoHo-Künstlerin. Er trifft sich mit Kleinganoven, nimmt an der Beerdigung seines Hehlers teil, verkehrt mit Friseusen und erzählt uns alles, was wir nicht über Greenwich Village und Irish Coffee wissen wollten. Der Einbrecher, der Spinoza studierte ist überaus witzig, unterhaltsamer zu lesen als Spinoza und etwas weniger didaktisch.«  ~John Leonard, New York Times

Der Einbrecher, der Spinoza studierte - Bernie Rhodenbarr, #4

Gulliver Fairborn's novel, Nobody's Baby, changed Bernie Rhodenbarr's life. And now pretty Alice Cottrell, Fairborn's one-time paramour, wants the bookselling, book-loving burglar to break into a room in New York's teeth-achingly charming Paddington Hotel and purloin some of the writer's very personal letters before an unscrupulous agent can sell them. Here's an opportunity to use his unique talents in the service of the revered, famously reclusive author. But when Bernie gets there, the agent is dead .

The Burglar in the Rye

Sometime in 1953, I knew with unusual certainty what I intended to do with my life. I would become a writer. I was then 15 years old, and the next several years were to prove eventful. I went to college, I got a summer job at a literary agency and dropped out of college to keep it, I sold two dozen short stories and articles to national magazines, and I completed a novel. By the time I was 25, I had a wife and two daughters and a house in a suburb. I had published over fifty books. Most of these bore pen names, and for a time I resisted acknowledging my early pseudonymous work. Then, in one astonishing and feverish week in 1994, I recalled those early years in fifty thousand words of memoir. A publisher contracted to bring out my memoir once I'd completed it. Instead I put it on a shelf and never looked at it again, and after a few years I bought it back from the publisher. Early in 2020, I had a fresh look at A Writer Prepares. Then I went back to work. It would occupy me, off and on, for the balance of the year. By the time I was ready to stop, I'd written about my life as a writer well into 1966, when I'd completed The Thief Who Couldn't Sleep; it was the first of eight books I would write about a fellow named Evan Tanner. According to A Trawl Among the Shelves, Terry Zobeck's exhaustive bibliography of my work, 2020 also saw the publication of my 209th book, Dead Girl Blues. It has been a long life, and seems to have been a busy one. A Writer Prepares is, for better or for worse, an undeniably curious book. My wife, a casual student of hagiography, loves the story of the church officials who took a long-delayed inventory of their collection of relics. They were surprised to discover that they possessed not one but two heads of John the Baptist. How could this be? They considered the matter until the explanation became clear: one was John's head as a young man, the other his head as an old man. A Writer Prepares, an examination of the first quarter century of a writer's life, is the work of two writers. There's the middle-aged fellow who wrote about half of it at a blistering pace in 1994, and there's the octogenarian who finished the job another quarter century later. The older fellow brought less raw energy to the task, and his memory is a long way from infallible, but one can only hope he's offset these losses with a slight edge in judgment, in perspective, in maturity. (I was about to add wisdom, but that might be a bridge too far.) I suspect this book's natural audience consists largely of those of you who are already enthusiastic readers of my work. And it seems likely that the book will get a favorable reception from persons who are somewhere in the process of finding themselves as writers. But I'm happy to let the the book find its true audience.  A very comforting aspect of publishing A Writer Prepares now rather than twenty-five years ago is that I'm so much less invested in its reception.

A Writer Prepares

Jeté par sa femme, la belle Mona, Ted Lindsay, reporter au Louisville Times, est si déboussolé qu'il décide de consulter un psy.
Plein de bonnes idées, celui-ci lui suggère d'opérer une coupure radicale avec son passé. Plutôt que de sombrer, Lindsay obéit et prend le train pour New York où il finit par retrouver un boulot (et quel boulot !) et emménager dans la 73e rue Ouest. Tout se passe si bien qu'il finit par oublier sa femme et qu'un jour, une autre arrive. Superbe, jeune, bref : la huitième merveille du monde.
Et ce qui devait arriver arrive : Ted se retrouve dans un pétrin auprès duquel son chagrin d'antan n'était rien.

Seuil policiers cendrillon mon amour

A solid craftsman with five bestselling series under his belt as well as numerous standalone mysteries and short-story collections to his credit, Lawrence Block breaks new ground with a resonant, compelling thriller about one man's response to the Twin Towers tragedy--an insane yet totally comprehensible, seemingly unconnected string of serial murders, or, as the killer calls them, "sacrifices" to the city he believes will be reborn out of the ashes of destruction. Block, a New Yorker born and bred, has penned a paean to the Manhattan he knows and loves, and created a cast of fascinating characters whose lives are touched by the killings. Among the most interesting are a woman whose sexual obsessions ensnare a former police commissioner who's being groomed for higher political office, a crime novelist uncertain about his own culpability in the so-called Carpenter Killings, and a gay housecleaner whose clients keep ending up dead. This may be Block's best novel to date--it's certainly his most erotic and astonishing one, and it will keep you going until the last extraordinary page. A mesmerizing take on New York after 9/11, this solidly paced, brilliantly executed thriller deserves all the attention it will surely receive. --Jane Adams

Lendemains de terreur

Quand Kenan Khoury reçoit un coup de fil anonyme exigeant une rançon s'il veut revoir sa femme en vie, il n'hésite pas une seconde à payer. Mais c'est dans le coffre d'une voiture et sous forme de pièces détachées sanguinolentes que notre homme la retrouve. Le problème est que Khoury, dealer notoire de Brooklyn, veut rester loin du regard de la police. C'est donc tout naturellement qu'il fait appel au célèbre détective privé et ancien flic alcoolique Matt Scudder. A l'aide d'acolytes hauts en couleur comme Manhattan en regorge - un apprenti rappeur, de jeunes hackers, sans oublier la belle Elaine -, Matt se jette corps et âme dans une enquête qui fait rapidement surgir de nouvelles pièces d'un puzzle macabre, bien plus complexe que prévu. Et lorsqu'une autre femme disparaît, c'est une course contre la mort qui s'engage...

Balade entre les tombes

The CIA, the FBI, the KGB, Interpol-not one of the world's premier intelligence organizations knows quite what to make of Evan Michael Tanner. Is he a spy, a mercenary, a footloose adventurer, or simply a screwball sucker for hopeless causes?(Actually he's a little bit of all of the above. Plus he never sleeps. Ever.)One thing's for sure: Tanner's a true romantic, which is why he can't refuse a distraught mother who begs him to rescue her lost, pure-as-driven-snow daughter. Phaedra Harrow (nee Deborah Horowitz) once shared Tanner's apartment but not his bed. And now the virginal beauty's been abducted by white slavers in the Afghan wilderness. Finding Phaedra will be difficult enough. Bringing her back alive and unmolested may be impossible. And first Tanner will have to swim the English Channel, survive trigger-happy Russian terrorists .

Tanner's Virgin

Le blues des alcoolos

Lawrence Block a demandé à treize auteurs - il n'est pas
superstitieux - de choisir leur nouvelle préférée parmi toutes celles qu'ils ont écrites. Et d'élire leur nouvelle
fétiche chez le grand écrivain de leur choix. Ainsi Mary
Higgins Clark sélectionne L'homme d'à côté, qui est suivi
du célèbre texte d'Edgar Allan Poe, Le cœur révélateur. Et, curieusement, Joyce Carol Oates fait elle aussi tandem
avec Poe. On ne pouvait rêver anthologie policière plus riche et singulière. Le " best of " des classiques et des modernes.

Le "best of" des maîtres du polar - Vingt-six histoires de mystères et de suspens par les maîtres d'aujourd'hui et ceux qui les ont inspirés

Characters refusing to talk? Plot plodding along? Where do good ideas come from anyway? In this wonderfully practical volume, two-time Edgar Award-winning novelist Lawrence Block takes an inside look at writing as a craft and as a career. From studying the market, to mastering self-discipline and "creative procrastination, " through coping with rejections, Telling Lies for Fun & Profit is an invaluable sourcebook of information. It is a must read for anyone serious about writing or understanding how the process works.

Telling Lies for Fun & Profit

Small-time stoolie, Jake " The Spinner" Jablon, made a lot of new enemies when he switched careers, from informer to blackmailer. And the more "clients", he figured, the more money -- and more people eager to see him dead. So no one is surprised when the pigeon is found floating in the East River with his skull bashed in. And what's worse, no one cares -- except Matthew Scudder. The ex-cop-turned-private-eye is no conscientious avenging angel. But he's willing to risk his own life and limb to confront Spinner's most murderously aggressive marks. A job's a job after all -- and Scudder's been paid to find a killer -- by the victim...in advance.

Time to Murder and Create

Résumer un roman policier, c'est un peu comme montrer une stripteaseuse nue avant son numéro d'effeuillage. Alors, mieux vaut ne donner que des indices. Avec ça on pourra recoller les morceaux (en refermant le livre, le lecteur comprendra ce que ça veut dire).
Francine Khoury, la crème des femmes, se fait enlever et ça se passe mal. Si mal que son mari Kenan Khoury, trafiquant de drogue, fait appel à un privé, Matt Scudder, un ancien flic, qui a décroché de la police et de l'alcool et qui renonce à aller avec sa petite amie call-girl en Irlande rejoindre son copain en cavale pour s'occuper de l'affaire. Il est honnête comme pas un, mais plein de ressources. Et puis il a  T.J., jeune black de 15-16 ans, toujours à court de quarters mais jamais d'idées, les Kong, à savoir Jimmy Hong et David King, capables de bidouiller n'importe quel système informatique plus quelques vieux collèges.
Ca n'est pas de trop quand on est face à des ravisseurs particulièrement ignobles et qui n'en sont pas à leur premier coup.
Pour qu'un trafiquant de drogue de Brooklyn engage un Alcoolique anonyme, c'est qu'il n'a pas le choix. Pour qu'un privé s'émeuve, c'est que l'affaire est moche. Si moche que Matt Scudder est sûr que les ravisseurs de Mme Khoury n'en sont pas à leur premier coup. Ni au dernier.

Cendrillon mon amour

Le dernier Scudder période alcoolique ENFIN TRADUIT !Privé sans licence enquêtant «pour rendre service», Matthew Scudder a quitté la police de New York et sombré dans l'alcoolisme après avoir tué accidentellement une fillette lors d'un échange de coups de feu avec des malfrats. Chez Armstrong, un bar qu'il fréquente un peu trop, il fait la connaissance de Charles London, qui lui demande de retrouver le meurtrier de sa fille, Barbara Ettinger, tuée neuf ans plus tôt. Son assassinat a été attribué à Louis Pinell, le «Rôdeur au pic à glace» récemment arrêté, qui reconnaît avoir tué sept victimes... mais pas Barbara. Et Scudder le croit. Après s'être renseigné, il se lance sur la piste d'un amant possible: Barbara aurait attendu un enfant noir. Le meurtrier serait-il le mari jaloux? Trop facile. Scudder rencontre alors une voisine de Barbara, qui, elle aussi alcoolique, devient sa maîtresse. 
De fil en aiguille, mais surtout de verre en verre, de meurtre en meurtre et de désespoir en désespoir, Scudder fi nira par y voir clair.

Le Coup du hasard

Lawrence Block, né le 24 juin 1938 à Buffalo (New York), est un écrivain américain de roman policier.

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