The Vanishing
(Sprache: Englisch)
With his novels, Bentley Little has created nothing less than a nightmarishly brilliant tour de force of modern life in America. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
In Beverly Hills, a wealthy CEO goes on a bloody rampage and videotapes the...
In Beverly Hills, a wealthy CEO goes on a bloody rampage and videotapes the...
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With his novels, Bentley Little has created nothing less than a nightmarishly brilliant tour de force of modern life in America. Publishers Weekly (starred review)In Beverly Hills, a wealthy CEO goes on a bloody rampage and videotapes the slaughter. He leaves behind a chilling cryptic message... This is where it begins.
Miles away, an alarmed mother receives an unsettling letter from her estranged husband, stained with bloody fingerprints.
And all across California, children are becoming affected by a monstrous change and their parents, by a mounting fear.
Social worker Carrie Daniels and reporter Brian Howells are determined to find the link between these baffling crimes. But they shouldn t look too deeply into the lives of the victims. It s quite dark there. And God help them, they won t like what they find.
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OneAnother gorgeous day in paradise.
Well, it wasn't really that gorgeous. The sky was white with smog rather than a traditional clear blue, and out-side the air-conditioned environment of his Lexus, the temperature was far too warm to be comfortable. And it wasn't really paradise. Just a few blocks down Sunset, transplanted pieces of used white trash, their dreams of stardom shattered, were either working as record store sales clerks, selling their bodies on the street or dealing drugs in their grim attempts to make ends meet.
But here in Victor Lowry's world, everything was ne. Tentative tourists were walking up the Rodeo Drive sidewalks with their usual mixture of bravado and ner-vousness, knowing they didn't belong but still prepared to aggressively defend their presence at the drop of a hat, while the matrons of Beverly Hills emerged from their gated homes on their way to multihour lunches with their friends and the young brides of older execu-tives jogged along the winding roads pushing elaborately customized baby strollers.
Victor ew by them all, ignoring the speed limit as he swooped down the hill toward Wilshire and his of ce, CD player cranked up to earsplitting volume. Banners for the latest exhibition at the LA County Museum of Art hung from streetlamps as he turned left off La Brea. His parents were donors and permanent members, and he'd gone to the museum practically once a week when he was a kid. But the exposure hadn't taken, and it had been years since he'd been inside the buildings. He felt guilty about that-but not guilty enough to actually start going. His interest was in pop culture not high culture, and the way he saw it, life was too short to go around feigning interest in subjects that didn't appeal to him . . . even if it would impress other people.
Like his dad.
Victor turned hard into the underground parking ga-rage, waving his electronic passkey to open the gate and pulling into the space marked with his name.
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There was no reason for him to have his own of ce, really, but apparently his father wanted him to pretend that he was some sort of businessman, that he had skills and talents of his own and wasn't merely coasting through life on the coattails of his family.
Victor got into the garage elevator and pressed the button for fteen.
The old man was one of those power-of-positive-thinking guys. He didn't seem to realize that it was luck more than anything else that had led to his prosperity, and he continued to believe that focus and determina-tion accounted for his success. It was why he had called his son ''Victor.'' He'd wanted to give him a name that meant something, that was descriptive of something to which he could aspire, and though Victor didn't really like his name, at least it was a name-as opposed to ''Champion'' and some of the other appellations that his dad had originally considered, all of which sounded like descriptions of racehorses.
The of ce had been a carrot, an attempt to woo him into a life of purpose and productivity. He even had his own secretary, Amy. And while Victor still didn't nd the business world at all appealing, he felt obligated to put on the engaged-and-highly-motivated-son act and, at the very least, go through the motions. Because if he didn't make a go of it, Amy would be unemployed, as would several programmers who did not work out of his of ce but over whom he was in charge. He didn't want that on his conscience.
Slowly but surely, against his will, his dad was reeling him in.
Victor resented him for that.
The elevator arrived at the fteenth oor, and he walked down the carpeted hallway past the mortgage company and the property management rm to the un-marked door that led to his of ce. Amy was typing something on her computer and she looked up when he entered. ''Good morning,
Victor got into the garage elevator and pressed the button for fteen.
The old man was one of those power-of-positive-thinking guys. He didn't seem to realize that it was luck more than anything else that had led to his prosperity, and he continued to believe that focus and determina-tion accounted for his success. It was why he had called his son ''Victor.'' He'd wanted to give him a name that meant something, that was descriptive of something to which he could aspire, and though Victor didn't really like his name, at least it was a name-as opposed to ''Champion'' and some of the other appellations that his dad had originally considered, all of which sounded like descriptions of racehorses.
The of ce had been a carrot, an attempt to woo him into a life of purpose and productivity. He even had his own secretary, Amy. And while Victor still didn't nd the business world at all appealing, he felt obligated to put on the engaged-and-highly-motivated-son act and, at the very least, go through the motions. Because if he didn't make a go of it, Amy would be unemployed, as would several programmers who did not work out of his of ce but over whom he was in charge. He didn't want that on his conscience.
Slowly but surely, against his will, his dad was reeling him in.
Victor resented him for that.
The elevator arrived at the fteenth oor, and he walked down the carpeted hallway past the mortgage company and the property management rm to the un-marked door that led to his of ce. Amy was typing something on her computer and she looked up when he entered. ''Good morning,
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Autoren-Porträt von Bentley Little
Bentley Little is the author of numerous novels, short stories, articles, essays, and reviews. After earning a BA in communications and an MA in English, Little sold his soul and abandoned all artistic integrity, working for eight years as a bureaucrat for a midsized city in Orange County, California. His first novel, The Revelation, won the 1990 Horror Writers Association Bram Stoker Award for best first novel.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Bentley Little
- 2023, 400 Seiten, Masse: 13,2 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley
- ISBN-10: 0593550285
- ISBN-13: 9780593550281
- Erscheinungsdatum: 05.10.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Bram Stoker Award-Winning Author Bentley LittleThe horror poet laureate...a master of the macabre! Stephen King
[Bentley Little is] on par with such greats as Stephen King, Clive Barker, and Peter Straub. Midwest Book Review
Little possesses the uncanny ability to take everyday situations and turn them into nightmares. Publishers Weekly
Little has the unparalleled ability to evoke surreal, satiric terror. Horror Reader
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