Blacklist, English edition
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When a wealthy ninety-one-year-old woman becomes suspicious of goings-on in her old home, Larchmont Hall, V.I. is called to investigate. What she finds is more than she bargained for...
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When a wealthy ninety-one-year-old woman becomes suspicious of goings-on in her old home, Larchmont Hall, V.I. is called to investigate. What she finds is more than she bargained for...
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V. I. Warshawski explores secrets and betrayals that stretch across four generations in this New York Times bestselling novel from one of the most compelling writers in American crime fiction...A thoughtful, high-tension mystery. The Washington Post Book World
A genuinely exciting and disturbing thriller. Chicago Tribune
As a favor to her most important client, V. I. agrees to check up on an empty mansion. But instead of a mysterious intruder she discovers a dead man in the ornamental pond a reporter for an African-American publication whom the suburban cops are quick to dismiss as a suicide.
When the man s shattered family hires V. I. to investigate, she is sucked into a Gothic tale of sex, money, and power, leading her back to McCarthy-era blacklists and forward to some of the darker aspects of the Patriot Act. As V. I. finds herself penned in to a smaller and smaller space by an array of people trying to silence her, and before she can untangled the sordid truth, two more people will die and V.I. s own life will hang in the balance.
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The clouds across the face of the moon made it hard for me to find my way. I'd been over the grounds yesterday morning, but in the dark everything is different. I kept stumbling on tree roots and chunks of brick from the crumbling walks.I was trying not to make any noise, on the chance that someone really was lurking about, but I was more concerned about my safety: I didn't want to sprain an ankle and have to crawl all the way back to the road. At one point I tripped on a loose brick and landed smack on my tailbone. My eyes teared with pain; I sucked in air to keep from crying out. As I rubbed the sore spot, I wondered whether Geraldine Graham had seen me fall. Her eyes weren't that good, but her binoculars held both image stabilizers and night-vision enablers.
Fatigue was making it hard for me to concentrate. It was midnight, usually not late on my clock, but I was sleeping badly these days-I was anxious, and feeling alone.
Right after the Trade Center, I'd been as numbed and fearful as everyone else in America. After a while, when we'd driven the Taliban into hiding and the anthrax looked like the work of some homegrown maniac, most people seemed to wrap themselves in red-white-and-blue and return to normal. I couldn't, though, while Morrell remained in Afghanistan-even though he seemed ecstatic to be sleeping in caves as he trailed after warlords-turned-diplomats-turned-warlords.
When the medical group Humane Medicine went to Kabul in the summer of 2001, Morrell tagged along with a contract for a book about daily life under the Taliban. I've survived so much worse, he would say when I worried that he might run afoul of the Taliban's notorious Bureau for the Prevention of Vice.
That was before September 11. Afterward, Morrell disappeared for ten days. I stopped sleeping then, although someone with Humane Medicine called me from Peshawar to say Morrell was simply in an area without access to phone hookups. Most of the
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team had fled to Pakistan immediately after the Trade Center attack, but Morrell had wangled a ride with an old friend heading to Uzbekistan so he could cover the refugees fleeing north. A chance of a lifetime, my caller told me Morrell had said-the same thing he'd said about Kosovo. Perhaps that had been the chance of a different lifetime.
When we started bombing in October, Morrell first stayed on in Afghanistan to cover the war up close and personal, and then to follow the new coalition government. Margent.Online, the Web version of the old Philadelphia monthly Margent, was paying him for field reports, which he was scrambling to turn into a book. The Guardian newspaper also occasionally bought his stories. I'd even watched him on CNN a few times. Strange to see your lover's face beamed from twelve thousand miles away, strange to know that a hundred million people are listening to the voice that whispers endearments into your hair. That used to whisper endearments.
When he resurfaced in Kandahar, I first sobbed in relief, then shrieked at him across the satellites. "But, darling," he protested, "I'm in a war zone, I'm in a place without electricity or cell phone towers. Didn't Rudy call you from Peshawar?"
In the following months, he kept on the move, so I never really knew where he was. At least he stayed in better touch, mostly when he needed help: (V.I., can you check on why Ahmed Hazziz was put in isolation out at Coolis prison? V.I., can you find out whether the FBI told Hazziz's family where they'd sent him? I'm running now-hot interview with local chief's third wife's oldest son. Fill you in later.)
I was a little miffed at being treated like a free research station. I'd never thought of Morrell as an adrenaline junkie-one of those journalists who lives on the high of being in the middle of disaster-but I sent him a snappish e-mail asking him what he was trying to prove. "Over a dozen Western journalists have been murdered since th
When we started bombing in October, Morrell first stayed on in Afghanistan to cover the war up close and personal, and then to follow the new coalition government. Margent.Online, the Web version of the old Philadelphia monthly Margent, was paying him for field reports, which he was scrambling to turn into a book. The Guardian newspaper also occasionally bought his stories. I'd even watched him on CNN a few times. Strange to see your lover's face beamed from twelve thousand miles away, strange to know that a hundred million people are listening to the voice that whispers endearments into your hair. That used to whisper endearments.
When he resurfaced in Kandahar, I first sobbed in relief, then shrieked at him across the satellites. "But, darling," he protested, "I'm in a war zone, I'm in a place without electricity or cell phone towers. Didn't Rudy call you from Peshawar?"
In the following months, he kept on the move, so I never really knew where he was. At least he stayed in better touch, mostly when he needed help: (V.I., can you check on why Ahmed Hazziz was put in isolation out at Coolis prison? V.I., can you find out whether the FBI told Hazziz's family where they'd sent him? I'm running now-hot interview with local chief's third wife's oldest son. Fill you in later.)
I was a little miffed at being treated like a free research station. I'd never thought of Morrell as an adrenaline junkie-one of those journalists who lives on the high of being in the middle of disaster-but I sent him a snappish e-mail asking him what he was trying to prove. "Over a dozen Western journalists have been murdered since th
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Autoren-Porträt von Sara Paretsky
Autoren-Porträtvon Sara Paretsky
Sara Paretsky wurde 1947 in Kansas geboren und zog in denspäten 60er Jahren nach Chicago. Ihr Studium der Wirtschaft und Geschichteschloss sie mit einer Promotion ab. Von 1977 bis 1985 war sie Verkaufsmanagerineiner grossen Chicagoer Versicherungsgesellschaft. Ihre Kriminalromane, in derenMittelpunkt die Privatdetektivin V.I. Warshawski steht und deren SchauplatzChicago ist, wurden in zahlreiche Sprachen übersetzt und erfolgreich verfilmt.Neben diversen Literaturpreisen wurde Sara Paretsky bereits zweimal mit einerEhrendoktorwürde ausgezeichnet.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Sara Paretsky
- 2004, XIII, 480 Seiten, Masse: 10,6 x 17,4 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Signet, London
- ISBN-10: 0451209699
- ISBN-13: 9780451209696
- Erscheinungsdatum: 08.03.2004
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for BlacklistSara Paretsky s Chicago private eye, V. I. Warshawski, is one tough cookie...memorable. The New York Times Book Review
Thoroughly gripping. The Seattle Times
Timely, entertaining, thought-provoking and hard to put down. St. Louis Post-Dispatch
This is not your everyday detective story. Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
[A] riveting exploration of guilt and fear...top-notch. Publishers Weekly
A complex, disturbing thriller, one that will linger in readers minds. Associated Press
More Praise for Sara Paretsky and the V. I. Warshawski series
One of our genre s crucial, solid-gold, best-ever series. Paretsky is a genius. Lee Child
V.I. Warshawski is one of my all-time favorite investigators. Lisa Gardner
For me, the most remarkable of the moderns is Sara Paretsky. P.D. James
One of the most-loved characters in crime fiction. Booklist (starred review)
No one, male or female, writes better P.I. books than Paretsky. The Denver Post
Paretsky's books are beautifully paced and plotted, and the dialogue is fresh and smart...V.I. Warshawski is the most engaging woman in detective fiction. Newsweek
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