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Moisson noire (2002)

THIRTY, as intensely erotic a book as I'd ever written, is what happened after I stopped writing erotica. Beginning with CARLA in 1958, I spent half a dozen years laboring in the vineyards of Midcentury Erotica, writing no end of books for Midwood, Nightstand, Beacon, et.al. It was a wonderful training ground, a comfortingly forgiving medium, and I've never regretted the timer I spent there, although for a time I wanted to disown the work I produced. (That changed with the passage of time, and now I've been eagerly reissuing much of that early work in my Collection of Classic Erotica. I like to tell myself this represents great progress in self-acceptance, but I have a hunch Ego and Avarice play a role here.)Never mind. I went on writing for Bill Hamling's Nightstand Books until a break with my agent deprived me of the market, and I can't regret that, either, because it's safe to say I'd stayed too long at the fair, and would have stayed longer still if given the chance. Instead, I took a job editing a numismatic magazine in Wisconsin and went on writing fiction in my free time. I placed some stories with Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine and THE GIRL WITH THE LONG GREEN HEART with Gold Medal, and then I wrote THE THIEF WHO COULDN'T SLEEP, which turned out to be the first of a series about a fellow named Evan Tanner. This was the first book in a voice that was uniquely mine, and the most satisfying work I'd ever done. I went on to write a total of seven books about Tanner (an eighth would follow after a 28-year interval) along with a couple of other crime novels, and then one day I got a call from my agent, Henry Morrison. Berkley Books wanted to launch a line of erotic novels, but on a different level from the old Midwood/Nightstand/Beacon ilk. It was 1968, censorship had essentially vanished, and American letters from top to bottom was embracing the sexual revolution and the new freedom. As Cole Porter might have put it, some authors who'd once been stuck with better words were now free to use four-letter words. Meanwhile, I was going through a period of discontent with the whole notion of fiction. I had nothing against the idea of making things up, but the artificiality of the novel suddenly rubbed me the wrong way. Narration, whether first person or third person, was a weird voice in one's ear. Who are you? Why are you telling me this? And why should I believe you?What appealed more were books that presented themselves as documents. Fictional diaries, fictional collections of letters, whatever. Yes, of course they were novels, we knew they were novels, but they took the form of actual documents. Thus THIRTY, which would be a diary kept by a woman in her thirtieth year. I had just reached that age myself, and while I recognized it as a landmark, it seemed to me that turning thirty was rather a bigger deal for a woman than for a man, that it was very much a turning point. So I plunged in, and I strove throughout to write what Jan would have written in an actual diary, leaving things out, skipping days altogether, and letting characters come into and go out of her life, and events pile one on the other, the way they really do, with less pattern and logic than one typically demands of fiction. I just read the book prefatory to writing this book description, and I was surprised how much I liked it. (And how little of it I recalled.) I decided from the jump to put Jill Emerson's name on it, a name I'd shelved after WARM AND WILLING and ENOUGH OF SORROW. So Jill was back in business, and she'd go on to write two more books for Berkley's sexy series, both of them pseudo-documents like THIRTY. This ebook edition of THIRTY contains, as a bonus, the first chapter of the fifth Jill Emerson novel, THREESOME.

Thirty

Matt Scudder, qui n'est plus tout jeune, rumine de sombres pensées quand une amie lui demande d'enquêter sur un curieux personnage qu'elle a découvert par Internet: l'homme lui plaît beaucoup, mais pas moyen de savoir où il réside, ni ce qu'il fait. Intrigué, le vieux privé accepte... et comprend soudain qu'un serial-killer s'est lancé à ses trousses et à celles de sa compagne. Renoncer? Pas question. Matt Scudder n'est pas de ceux qui renoncent.

Les fleurs meurent aussi

À l'heure du numérique, difficile de gagner sa vie avec une modeste boutique de livres anciens et d'occasion sur la 11e Rue Est de New York... Heureusement, Bernie Rhodenbarr a d'autres atouts dans sa manche. Cambrioleur chevronné, on fait souvent plus volontiers appel à lui pour ses talents de crocheteur de serrures que pour ceux de bouquiniste. Mais lorsque «M. Smith», un mystérieux collectionneur, lui propose une petite fortune pour plusieurs vols (incluant aussi bien le manuscrit de L'Étrange Histoire de Benjamin Button de F. Scott Fitzgerald que d'inestimables cuillères en argent), Bernie ignore dans quelle histoire improbable il met les pieds.Car, pendant ce temps, une riche vieille dame a été retrouvée morte à son domicile, apparemment terrassée par une attaque lors d'un cambriolage qui aurait mal tourné. Toutefois les raisons de son décès ne sont pas si évidentes, et l'expertise de Bernie est également requise par son meilleur ennemi, le policier Ray Kirschmann, afin de l'aider dans son enquête...Voleur rémunéré et détective amateur, notre (anti-)héros trouve en outre des messages rageurs sur la porte de la librairie qu'il est bien obligé de délaisser... Y aurait-il encore des gens qui lisent?

Le voleur qui comptait les cuillères (Bernie Rhodenbarr, #11)

A conman hiding out in Atlantic City lays his life on the line for a shot at a $250,000 payoff  Mona has a millionaire husband, a million-dollar figure, and hair that’s blonde to the roots. She’s just what Leonard K. Blake is looking for. Of course, that’s not his real name. Nor is it David Gavilan—that’s the one he used in Philly, before he skipped out on a $600 hotel bill and jumped a train to Atlantic City. He doesn’t have a name or a profession, but he’s got a knack for storytelling and knows just what Mona needs to hear. He also has a pair of stolen suitcases that he grabbed at the train station. They happen to contain a brick of pure heroin—enough to make him dead or make him rich—and they happen to belong to Mona’s husband. As if a good-looking blonde wasn’t trouble enough. This ebook features an illustrated biography of Lawrence Block, including rare photos and never-before-seen documents from his personal collection, and a new afterword written by the author.

Y a qu'à se baisser...

The Cold War's boiling over. Global tensions are near the breaking point. So what's the perfect assignment for a super-spy who hasn't slept since the Korean conflict? A fun-filled trip to the Montreal World's Fair!The adorable little girl he's escorting-who, under different circumstances, would be sitting on the Lithuanian throne-can hardly contain her excitement, but it isn't all playtime for Evan Tanner. Some mysterious disappearances, apparently linked to the fair's Cuban exhibition, need to be looked into. Keeping his mind on business, however, won't be easy after an insatiable lovely in a tiger skin falls into Tanner's arms, and a mother lode of dangerous drugs falls into his lap. But the biggest, deadliest suprise is the terrorist plot Tanner's tumbling into, and he'll have to think and act quickly to prevent the visiting queen of England from being blown to smithereens.

Tanner's Tiger

Nicholas Edwards vit à la Nouvelle-Orléans avec sa femme et sa fille, où il est l'un des deux associés d'une entreprise qui rénove et revend des maisons dévastées par le passage de l'ouragan Katrina. Entre sa famille et sa collection de timbres, il oublie peu à peu que dans une autre vie, son métier était d'éliminer des gens. Lorsque l'économie régresse et que ses affaires périclitent, un nouvel ouragan survient sous la forme d'un coup de téléphone de son ancien agent, l'énigmatique et truculente Dot, qui lui propose de reprendre du service et de redevenir l'homme qu'il fut : Keller, le tueur à gages.
De New York aux Caraïbes, et jusqu'au grand finale qui se déroule à Cheyenne, où une veuve lui demande de gérer la collection de timbres de son défunt mari, Keller va devoir franchir les turbulences du cyclone tout en préservant la vie de Nicholas Edwards...

Tue-moi

Avec son amie homosexuelle carolyn, toiletteuse pour chiens, bernie rhodenbarr, le bouquiniste toujours à court d'argent, projette de cambrioler la demeure du richissime herbert colcannon qui s'est absenté de chez lui.

Malheureusement un autre cambrioleur est passé avant eux.  mais il n'a pas emporté une pièce de cinq cents qui vaudrait, si elle était authentique, une véritable fortune.  l'est-elle ? seul abel crowe, le fidèle receleur de bernie, pourrait le dire, mais il ne l'a pas plus tôt entre les mains que les ennuis commencent : meurtres et questions embarrassantes de la police. 
Notre duo s'en sortira-t-il sans trop attenter à l'ethique de spinoza ? la réponse de lawrence block, grand maître du policier américain, vaut le détour dialectique.

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