Un beau jour, Guthrie Wagner, barman de son état, entend une voix qui lui dit : «Et si tu allais marcher un peu». Il liquide tous ses biens et part, bientôt suivi par une foule de gens qui, comme lui, se trouvent une soudaine passion pour la marche. Pendant ce temps, Mark Adlon étrangle une femme dans un supérette. C'est sa cinquantième victime...

Errance : Un roman du New Age

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

Nel sedicesimo romanzo che ha per protagonista Matthew Scudder, Un Campo di Fiori Morti, Lawrence Block, autore best seller del New York Times, porta questa serie, già più volte premiata, a un nuovo livello di suspense e di profondità di caratterizzazione. Dopo il successo di critica e di pubblico di Spera di Morire, Block spinge Scudder - e il lettore - sull'orlo dell'abisso. Scudder, personaggio complesso che è cresciuto e invecchiato in tempo reale, affronta l'implacabile sfida della mortalità. Ma deve anche lottare con un avversario determinato, implacabile e gelidamente inumano, forse il più indimenticabile che Block abbia mai creato. In un carcere della Virginia un uomo attende l'esecuzione per tre orrendi omicidi che lui giura, nonostante prove inconfutabili, di non avere commesso. Uno psicologo che afferma di credere al condannato trascorre ore nella sua cella nel Braccio della Morte, e infine assiste, tra gli spettatori, alla letale iniezione. Terminato questo lavoro, lo psicologo rientra a New York dove ha affari in sospeso. Nel frattempo, Scudder ha accettato di indagare sull'amante di una sua amica, conosciuto on-line, e chiaramente sospetto. Sembra semplice. All'inizio. Ma quando delle persone cominciano a morire, e le vittime sono sempre più vicine a loro, diventa chiaro che sono opera del pervertito killer. E il bersaglio finale potrebbero essere Matt ed Elaine Scudder. La suspense è mozzafiato, l'esito sempre incerto. Una serie che ha prodotto un grande numero di riconoscimenti e premi - l'Edgar, lo  Shamus, il Philip Marlowe, il Maltese Falcon - arriva a una nuova vertiginosa altezza. In questo romanzo Lawrence Block, che ha recentemente ricevuto il premio  Diamond Dagger per tutta la sua carriera dalla Crime Writers Association of the United Kingdom, è al top della forma. Luigi Garlaschelli desidera ringraziare Emanuela Guizzo per l'attenta correzione delle bozze. Recensioni-AUDIOFILE MAGAZINE:"Con un titolo preso dalla ballata irlandese "Danny Boy", il sedicesimo romanzo avente per protagonista Matthew Scudder è il più dark che Lawrence Block abbia scritto da anni. Dopo che una donna conosciuta a una riunione degli Alcolisti Anonimi gli chiede di indagare sul  background del suo nuovo boyfriend, il cammino di Scudder  si incrocia con quello di un geniale serial killer che cambia ogni volta i suoi metodi e non lascia virtualmente alcuna traccia della propria identità". PUBLISHERS WEEKLY"Matt Scudder, lo straordinario detective privato creato da Block, protagonista di molti best-seller, è sulla breccia da trent'anni; e se invecchiando la sua vita non è stata gentile e delicata, certamente è stata densa di avvenimenti. In questa sedicesima straordinaria uscita (dopo Spera di Morire del 2001), Scudder, che ha ora sessant'anni e più, dimostra di essere duro e resistente come sempre, quando si trova ad affrontare il più astuto e subdolo killer che abbia mai messo alla prova il suo coraggio. I fan di Scudder non saranno sorpresi nello scoprire che il killer è collegato ai delitti irrisolti di Spera di Morire, né che Elaine e Scudder siano diventati il bersaglio dell'assassino. La narrazione si sposta senza fatica dal punto di vista di Scudder al pensiero e alle azioni del killer, la cui astuzia, coraggio e pura crudeltà marchiano a fuoco le pagine. Aggiungete dei brillanti colpi di scena e otterrete un'ottima miscela di brividi, creata da un maestro dello scrivere, qua nella sua forma migliore."

Un Campo di Fiori Morti - Matthew Scudder, #16

Sheesh. What a lousy title. Flesh Mob was published by Midnight Reader, a fellow imprint of Nightstand Books, in 1962. I can tell at a glance that it's my work, although I don't specifically recall writing it. And I must have put a title on it, but I  an assure you that it wasn't Flesh Mob. It could only have been the inspiration of some editor in Illinois. Several notables filled that role over the years, including Earl Kemp, A. J. Budrys, and Harlan Ellison, but it's hard to imagine any of those three making a eureka moment of Flesh Mob. For years it struck me as merely a bad title, two works that when combined had a sort of reverse synergy, amounting to rather less than the sum of their parts. Then just this week I looked at the title and saw that it could only be a pun on the phrase "flash mob." That still didn't make it a good title, but at least it gave it a lame reason for being. Except not. Because a little internet research shows that "flash mob" came into existence, as both phrase and concept, sometime shortly after the turn of the present century, and approximately forty years after my humble little novel first appeared wherever bad books were sold. AJ and Harlan and Earl were grounded in science fiction, but that's not enough to account for a title that was a pun on a phrase nobody would utter for another four decades. Never mind. The book's a multiple-viewpoint novel, with a rich cast of characters. Here's a sample of two of them:#"I'M LEAVING MATT, " Kitty said. Linc digested this bit of information. She searched his face, trying to decide whether he approved or disapproved. His face was a mask. She couldn't tell how he felt about it. "I'm leaving him, " she said again. "He didn't even come home last night. And the fact doesn't even bother me. There's not a thing left between us, Linc. Nothing at all. He can go his way and I can go mine and neither of us gives a whoop in hell about the other one. That's no basis for marriage." "Will he give you a divorce?" "I think so. He barely knows I'm alive. He'll probably be glad to get rid of me." Linc shrugged. "His pride might be hurt. And he might be upset from a pure financial standpoint. Divorce can be costly to a man. Alimony." "I wouldn't want alimony from him." "Oh?" "Just freedom." He said: "What will you do after the divorce?" "Oh, " she said. "I don't know. I may stay in Clifton, at least until I decide where I want to go next. New York eventually, I think. Small towns can get to you. I think I'm ready for the city." "You'd fit right in." "But for the time being we can have our fun. Do you feel like. like some fun now, Linc?" "God, you're insatiable." "I've been inactive for a long time, " she told him. "Too long. It can get to you. Are you interested, Linc?" "I'll race you to the bedroom, " he said.#There you go, Gentle Reader. Flesh Mob. It is what it is.

Flesh Mob - Collection of Classic Erotica, #25

Matt Scudder sta finalmente conducendo un'esistenza tranquilla. Il numero dei crimini è in diminuzione e la borsa in risalita. I rimodernamenti rendono più gradevoli i vecchi quartieri. Le strade di New York non sembrano più così violente. Poi si scatena l'inferno. Scudder scopre ben presto che i marciapiedi ben sistemati possono essere come sempre paurosi, violenti e macchiati di sangue. Vive in un mondo nel quale il passato è un campo minato, il presente è un terreno di battaglia e il futuro una domanda senza risposta. È un mondo nel quale nessuno è al sicuro, un universo caotico in cui non è garantita la sopravvivenza di nessuno. Nemmeno la sua. Un mondo in cui tutti muoiono. Alcune recensioni di Tutti muoiono: "È davvero elevato il numero di morti nell'ultimo romanzo di Scudder, che è anche il migliore dopo Un'altra notte a Brooklyn (A Walk Among the Tombstones ): vibrante, meditativo, ben articolato e con un finale eccezionale. Il tessuto narrativo di pensieri e azioni di Block, sempre senza smagliature, e il suo talento per dialoghi veri, divertenti e significativi raramente ha dato miglior prova di sé. Le pagine che conducono ai momenti culminanti hanno un tono quasi Shakespeariano nella rassegnazione umana di fronte alla morte."  ~Publishers Weekly "Un noir teso, uno dei migliori di Lawrence Block"~Cleveland Plain Dealer "Sconvolgente! Uno dei capitoli più strazianti, eppure più gratificanti, nella crescita di un eroe".~Philadelphia Inquirer "Molto, molto dark. E anche molto, molto buono" ~Denver Post

Tutti muoiono - Matthew Scudder, #14

From Publishers Weekly:"Standouts include Dennis Lehane's gilt-edged chiller, 'A Bostonian (in Cambridge), ' in which a wealthy collector of letters of abandonment falls prey to wily blackmailers, and Joe R. Lansdale's 'The Skull Collector, ' a gangster yarn featuring gun-toting female grave robbers. Overshadowing everything, though, is Lee Goldberg's 'Lost Shows, ' a delightful shocker about a fanatical collector of short-lived and unaired TV shows who has turned his Hollywood home into a mausoleum of lost dreams." A COLLECTION. OF COLLECTIONS What leads one person to collect stamps and another coins, one fine art and another butterflies? Who can say? But one thing is certain: those who've got the collecting bug care passionately-sometimes violently-about the objects of their obsession. No one covets like a collector; and as you will find in the pages of this brand new anthology from MWA Grand Master Lawrence Block, a truly dedicated collector will ignore the other nine commandments, too, in his quest for his personal Holy Grail. From Joyce Carol Oates' tale of the ultimate Marilyn Monroe collectible to Dennis Lehane's bookseller with a penchant for other people's tragic correspondence, from Lee Goldberg's Hollywood hustler with a collection of unaired TV shows to Joe R. Lansdale's stylish foray into noir, culminating in Lawrence Block's own classic story of a killer with a unique approach to choosing his victims, Collectibles illustrates the range of the collecting impulse and the lengths people will go to in their hunger to possess the perfect piece.

Collectibles

From the revered New York Times bestselling author comes a touching, insightful, and humorous memoir of an unlikely racewalker and world traveler Before Lawrence Block was the author of bestselling novels featuring unforgettable characters such as the hit man Keller, private investigator Matthew Scudder, burglar Bernie Rhodenbarr, and time traveler Evan Tanner, he was a walker. As a child, he walked home from school (mostly because he couldn't ride a bike). As a col-lege student, he walked until he was able to buy his first car (a deep blue 1950 Chevrolet coupe named Pamela, after the Samuel Richardson novel). As an adult, he ran marathons until he discovered what would become a lifelong obsession-never mind if some people didn't think it was a real sport-racewalking. By that time Block had already spent plenty of time walking through the city of New York. But racewalking ended up taking him all over the country, from New Orleans to Anchorage, from marathons in the punishing heat to marathons in the pouring rain. And along the way, as he began to pen the books that would make him a household name among suspense fans all over the world, he found that in life, as in writing, you just need to take one step after the other. Through the lens of his adventures while walking-in twenty-four-hour races, on a pilgrimage through Spain, and just about everywhere you can imagine-Lawrence Block shares his heartwarming personal story about life's trials and tribulations, discomforts and successes, which truly lets readers walk a mile in the master of mystery's shoes.

Step by Step - A Pedestrian Memoir

C'est à une réunion des Alcooliques Anonymes que Matt Scudder et Jack Ellery se retrouvent en 1980. Enfants, ils rêvaient d'être flics, mais seul Matt l'est devenu, Jack  ayant à l'inverse effectué  plusieurs séjours en prison pendant ce temps.  Huit mois passent. Scudder retrouve , qui ne boit toujours plus mais présente un visage tuméfié. Puis plus de nouvelles, jusqu'au jour où Gregory Stillman, le parrain AA de Jack, lui apprend que ce dernier a été assassiné et que, dans un écrit, il a raconté tous ses crimes, de sang pour certains.
Que faire ? Transmettre cette confession aux flics enquêtant sur le meurtre pour qu'ils aillent questionner des gens qui n'ont rien à voir avec cette histoire ou la cacher et courir le risque de laisser filer un assassin ? Scudder prend les choses en mains et de fil en aiguille, non seulement découvre la solution, mais aussi - et c'est ce qui fait toute la beauté de ce grand livre plein de nostalgie -, retrouve tous les carrefours de sa propre existence.

Entre deux verres

Bookselling burglar Bernie Rhodenbarr doesn't generally get philosophical about his criminal career. He's good at it, it's addictively exciting-and it pays a whole lot better than pushing old tomes. He steals therefore he is, period. He might well ponder, however, the deeper meaning of events at the luxurious Chelsea brownstone of Herb and Wanda Colcannon, which is apparently burgled three times on the night Bernie breaks in: once before his visit and once after. Fortunately he still manages to lift some fair jewelry and an extremely valuable coin. Unfortunately burglar or burglars number three leave Herb unconscious and Wanda dead .

Errance : Un roman du New Age

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