Big-time dope dealer Kenan Khoury is a wealthy man, and it comes as no surprise when his wife Francine is kidnapped and a ransom demanded. Kenan pays up and his wife is duly returned to him - in small pieces left in the boot of an abandoned car, leaving private eye Matt Scudder to speculate on the motives of a very unusual kidnapper. Soon he is on the trail of a pair of ruthlessly sadistic psycopaths whose insanely cruel games have only just begun...

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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

Vol et volupte

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

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

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

Cale Hanniford, la cinquantaine, vient de perdre sa fille, Wendy, tuée par Richard Vanderpoel, le jeune homme avec lequel elle vivait à New York. Couvert de sang et incohérent, celui-ci a été arrêté et jeté en prison, où il s'est pendu. Pour la police le dossier est clos, cependant Hanniford veut le rouvrir : il est sûr que Richard est coupable, mais, rongé par le remords de ne pas avoir fait assez pour sa fille, il aimerait savoir pourquoi elle a fini par se prostituer et mourir assassinée.

Matt Scudder comprend vite qu'Hanniford lui ment sur un point capital. Pressé de répondre, celui-ci finit par lâcher que Wendy n'était sa fille que par adoption. Flairant l'arnaque, Scudder décide d'enquêter : la police est-elle allée trop vite en accusant le fils d'un pasteur élevé dans le strict respect de la loi divine ?

Les péchés des pères

Evan Tanner can't sleep. Ever. Which gives him plenty of free time to get involved in lots of interesting endeavors in all sorts of exotic locales. Now Tanner's in Thailand with a partially baked plan and a butterfly net, hoping to snare a beautiful missing chanteuse who's metamorphosed into an international jewel thief. Tanner hopes everyone will buy his disguise as a rare butterfly researcher. And everyone does .

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