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...

La balade entre les tombes

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

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

Un soir d'avril, dans le quartier de " la cuisine de l'enfer ", glenn holtzmann, cadre dans une maison d'édition new-yorkaise, est abattu alors qu'il téléphonait d'une cabine publique.
 Meurtre mafieux ? tout le dit jusqu'au jour oú george sadecki, un clochard, est arrêté.  indigné, son frère demande à matt scudder de se charger de l'enquête.  le détective privé, vieil habitué des réunions d'alcooliques anonymes, a plus d'une raison de s'intéresser à l'affaire.  il entretenait avec la victime des relations d'amitié oú la méfiance, pourtant, avait son mot à dire : et la femme de glenn, lisa, ne lui est pas indifférente.
 Mais les bonnes intentions ne font pas toujours les bons conseils, surtout en matière de meurtre.

Le diable t'attend

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

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, mais 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, aimerait savoir pourquoi elle a fini par se prostituer et mourir assassinée. Matt Scudder comprend vite que Hanniford lui ment sur un point capital.
Pressé de répondre, celui-ci finit par tâcher 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 ? Avec ce livre paru en 1976, le grand maître du policier Lawrence Block (" La Balade entre les tombes ", " Ils y passeront tous ", " L'Amour du métier ", " Même les scélérats ", etc.) ouvrait l'illustre série des Matt Scudder.
Les éditions du Seuil sont fières de vous en proposer enfin la traduction en français.

Les peches des peres

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

Un roman, parfois, c'est un diamant. Les nouvelles, les vraies, les bonnes, ce sont des perles. Ici, ce sont des perles froides, dont le contact fait frissonner. Et des perles noires, bien entendu.

La balade entre les tombes

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