Et revoici notre ami Matt Scudder, le privé ex-ivrogne. Cette fois, un épisode terrible du passé ressurgit : un certain Motley, tueur sadique, dingue et nécrophile, que jadis Matt a fait condamner par un faux témoignage, est sorti de prison. En Ohio, il massacre toute une famille, dont une fille, ex-call-girl, amie d'Elaine, la petite copine de Matt. Lequel comprend que le tueur s'attaque à tous les proches d'Elaine, et à elle aussi, pour se venger de Matt. D'où s'ensuivent cavalcades, bagarres et tortures.

Un ticket pour la morgue

"È da tanto che non leggo nulla che mi abbia così colpito e stimolato. DEAD GIRL BLUES è audacemente originale, scioccante e brillantemente raccontato. In un periodo in cui molti romanzi polizieschi si confondono tra loro, il Maestro Lawrence Block dimostra ancora una volta di essere un autore unico nel suo genere."~ David Morrell, autore bestseller del New York Times con 'Murder As a Fine Art'. Tanto vale che lo sappiate subito: il nuovo romanzo di Lawernce Block non è per tutti. È raccontato in forma di diario dal suo protagonista, e inizia quando egli entra in un bar alla periferia di Bakersfield, in California, e ne esce con una donna. E poi la violenta e la uccide. Ma, uhm, non in questo ordine. Già. Ma quello che è veramente interessante è ciò che fa nel resto della sua vita... Lawrence Block scrive e pubblica romanzi gialli da sessant'anni. Ha ricevuto riconoscimenti alla carriera negli Stati Uniti e in Gran Bretagna. Suoi libri sono stati premiati e sono a volte diventati best sellers. Da parecchi di loro sono stati tratti dei film. Ecco quello che egli stesso ha detto di Dead Girl Blues: "Non penso che sia molto commerciale. E vi sono elementi che potrebbero disgustare molti lettori. Ma, sapete, Dead Girl Blues non mi deve nulla. Non avevo progettato di scriverlo, perciò non serve che mi faccia guadagnare denaro per giustificare il tempo che mi è servito per scriverlo. Il libro si giustifica da sé stesso. Lo pubblicherò il giorno del mio 82esimo compleanno, e voi tutti potrete comperarlo o non comperarlo, leggerlo o non leggerlo, vi potrà piacere o non piacere. L'ho fatto leggere ad alcuni amici delle cui opinioni mi fido, e mi hanno detto che Dead Girl Blues è una delle cose migliori che io abbia scritto. E hanno anche aggiunto di capire quali problemi potrebbe avere. Ma l'ho riletto la settimana scorsa, e mi sono convinto che D. G. B. è esattamente come io lo volevo. Quando mai questo accade? E un vecchio come me cosa potrebbe desiderare di più?" "Freddo e buio come l'altra faccia della Luna, ma con una prosa secca come una modella scheltrica, DEAD GIRL BLUES è come il cadavere dal quale non è possibile distogliere lo sguardo. Uno stile tagliente, caratterizzazioni che hanno origine dalla parte primitiva del cervello, quella dei rettili, una inquietante identificazione col narratore che dà i brividi. Non sono riuscito a smettere di leggerlo e, poco ma sicuro, non lo volevo. L'autentica visione della mente di qualcuno felicemente antisociale, che ci può spaventosamente ricordare l'alta faccia dell'umanità e il rapporto universale che tutti noi abbiamo con essa. Un cupo capolavoro di narrativa".~ Joe R. Lansdale "Sento ancora nella pelle gli artigli di DEAD GIRL BLUES. È come una pastiglia che rilascia lentamente terrore e che mi ha inchiodato nei panni di un altro, facendomi continuamente torcere le budella. Chi conosce le sue opere ha già visto Block farlo, e ci si meraviglia di come ci riesca senza sforzo apparente. Ma questo.! Forse il suo libro migliore, e questo la dice lunga".~Tom Straw "DEAD GIRL BLUES sicuramente farà sentire offesi alcuni lettori, ma a me è piaciuto intensamente. È scritto magnificamente e la voce del narratore ha il tono perfetto, tranquillo e inquietante insieme. Il libro mi ricorda, in modo molto positivo, le prime opere di Charles Willeford. Se amate il genere noir, questo è il vostro libro.~Lee Goldberg

Dead Girl Blues — Edizione Italiana

Un soir, le producteur Thurman et son épouse surprennent deux cambrioleurs qui, sous la menace d'une arme, ligotent le mari, avant de violer et de tuer la femme. À la suite de ce décès, Thurman hérite d'une importante fortune. Convaincu qu'il a commandité le meurtre, un policier demande au détective privé Matt Scudder de surveiller le producteur. Lors d'un gala de boxe, le privé repère un autre homme qui caresse de façon particulière la tête d'un enfant ; ce geste lui rappelle une cassette vidéo très spéciale que lui avait confié un habitué des Alcooliques anonymes six mois plus tôt. On pouvait y voir un film pornographique dont le clou était l'assassinat non simulé d'un enfant enchaîné par un couple masqué. Après avoir fait réaliser des portraits robots des enfants, Matt entame ses recherches dans les bars louches.

Une danse aux abattoirs

While he is probably best known as a novelist and short-story writer, Lawrence Block has produced a rich trove of nonfiction over the course of a sixty-year career. His instructional books for writers are leaders in the field, and his self-described pedestrian  memoir, Step By Step, has found a loyal audience in the running and racewalking community. Over the years, Block has written extensively for magazines and periodicals. Generally Speaking collects his philatelic columns from Linn's Stamp News, while his extensive observations of crime fiction, along with personal glimpses of some of its foremost practitioners, have won wide acclaim in book form as The Crime of Our Lives. Hunting Buffalo With Bent Nails is what he's got left over. The title piece, originally published in American Heritage, recounts the ongoing adventure Block and his wife undertook, criss-crossing  the United States and parts of Canada in their quixotic and exotic quest to find every "village, hamlet, and wide place in the road named Buffalo." Other travel tales share space with a remembrance of his mother, odes to New York, a disquisition on pen names and book tours, and, well, no end of bent nails not worth straightening. Where else will you find "Raymond Chandler and the Brasher Doubloon, " an assessment of that compelling writer from a numismatic standpoint? Where else can you read about Block's collection of old subway cars?Highly recommended.

Hunting Buffalo with Bent Nails

Jill Emerson, whose first three works were gentle explorations of the lesbian experience, took a sharp turn toward candor in THIRTY, her first book for Berkley. As I've explained in the book description for that novel, around the time Berkley came calling (via my agent) I'd become disenchanted with the whole notion of fiction recounted by some disembodied third- or first-person narrator. It struck me as artificial, and my response was to pile artifice upon artifice and produce a novel in the guise of an actual document. In THIRTY, the novel pretended to be a diary. That worked fine, and the resultant narrative proved at once challenging and effortless to sustain. I enjoyed writing it, Berkley enjoyed publishing it-and they wanted something else. What they got in THREESOME was a novel pretending to be a novel. The premise, as you'll see, is that the book has been written by its three main characters, Harry and Rhoda and Priss, in the form of a lightly fictionalized chronicle of their own life as a menage a trois. They set about writing alternate chapters-and, reading one another's work as they go along, they learn things they hadn't known, and one thing leads to another, and-I think the phrase we want is tour de force, and how nice to be able to use it in the same book description as menage a trois. The book was also about as much fun as I've ever had while sitting at a typewriter. I've written before about THREESOME, but there's something I've never recounted, and I'm old enough now to just go ahead and do it. Back in the early 1970s I had come in from rural New Jersey to hole up in a New York hotel and work on a book-this one-and one evening after the day's work was done I drifted down to the Village and wound up in an establishment called the Kettle of Fish, on Macdougal Street. (It has since relocated to Christopher Street.) They serve strong drink there, and that night God knows they served more than enough of it to me. When I left I took a few steps and found myself in conversation with some folks in a car, a large station wagon, and they turned out to be six adolescent girls from the Convent of the Sacred Heart in Noroton, Connecticut, a very classy Catholic prep school. Their favorite teacher was driving, and the next thing I knew I was in the back of the vehicle with them. I guess they thought I was interestingly exotic, a drunk Bohemian writer indigenous to Greenwich Village. I in turn thought they were adorable. The teacher (an affable chap, but God only knows what he was about, and I'm sure in due course the school must have let him go) drove us back to Connecticut, and the rest of the evening was lost in nacht und nebel, as it were. I passed out on somebody's couch, woke up the next morning, and wound up taking the train back to the city with two of the young ladies. We went to my hotel room, where we may have smoked an illegal herb, and, um, necked a little. One of them saw my typewriter and asked what I was working on. I said it was a novel about a sexual relationship of two women and a man. Thoughtful pause. "I had no idea, " she said, "that you researched these things so thoroughly."They left and I never saw them again, and if the incident rings a muted bell, it's probably because I used it as the opening of another novel, RONALD RABBIT IS A DIRTY OLD MAN, which masquerades as the collected correspondence of its protagonist. And which I'll be republishing fairly soon, but in the meantime we have THREESOME. It's a personal favorite of mine; that's no reason why you should like it, but I hope you do. This ebook edition of THREESOME contains as a bonus the opening chapter of the fifth Jill Emerson novel, A MADWOMAN'S DIARY.

Threesome - The Jill Emerson Novels, #5

Même si son ami Marty Gilmartin lui fait confiance pour trouver l'épithète qui convient, Bernie Rhodenbarr, le célèbre libraire-cambrioleur, ne s'intéresse pas qu'aux livres et au mot juste. C'est vrai aussi que qualifier correctement ce fumier ? ce mufle ? ce coquin ? etc., etc. de Crandall Rountree Mapes rapporterait sans doute moins qu'aller visiter nuitamment son appartement de Manhattan. Et donc... pourquoi pas ? Mais avant, aller prendre l'air. Se promener. Flâner et... se laisser tenter par l'occasion ? Cet appartement... là ? Entrer n'est bien sûr pas un problème. Sortir, par contre, pourrait, surtout quand on reste coincé sous le lit, s'avérer nettement plus difficile. Ainsi commence un des romans les plus fous de l'illustrissime série des Rhodenbarr. Auteur, entres autres ouvrages, de La Balade entre les tombes, Au coeur de la mort et Lendemains de terreur, etc., etc., Lawrence Block a remporté de nombreux prix aux Etats-Unis.

Cambrioleur en maraude (le)

Nella sua quarta avventura, Matthew Scudder riapre un caso su cui aveva indagato anni prima, quando era  detective della polizia di New York. Louis Pinell, l'Assassino del Punteruolo, recentemente arrestato, ammette spontaneamente di aver ucciso sette giovani donne nove anni addietro, ma giura che è stato un imitatore a uccidere Barbara Ettinger. Scudder gli crede. Ma la pista che conduce al vero assassino della Ettinger è contorta, oscura e pericolosa... e ancora più fredda del cadavere che è deciso a vendicare. L'indagine di Scudder porta nella sua vita una nuova donna, la scultrice Jan Keane, il cui loft a Tribeca si prospetta come un promettente rifugio. Ma il suo alcolismo, ormai cronico, comincia a sembrare un problema...***Da alcune recensioni: "Block sa come tessere una rete intricata. E quando le persone cercano di ingannare, cosa che accade abbastanza spesso nei suoi libri, si mettono in un mare di guai. Le trame di Block sono tese e i suoi dialoghi realistici senza troppi abbellimenti. I suoi personaggi sono uomini duri e parlano come ci si attende la loro". - Rocky Mountain News "Estremamente ben scritto! Block è un abile chirurgo, sicuro e preciso". - New York Times "Avvincente, con una conclusione sconcertante". - Publishers Weekly "Block è estremamente abile, con un orecchio per i dialoghi, un occhio per i personaggi di bassa lega e un dono per la narrazione veloce e senza sforzo che regge il confronto con Elmore Leonard". - Los Angeles Times "Quando Lawrence Block è in modalità Matt Scudder, la narrativa poliziesca può avvicinarsi tanto alla letteratura che spesso non c'è alcuna differenza". - Philadelphia Inquirer

Una Pugnalata nel Buio - Matthew Scudder, #4

Huit millions de façons de mourir

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.

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