Y is for Yesterday
(Sprache: Englisch)
THE FINAL INSTALLMENT IN SUE GRAFTON'S ALPHABET SERIES
WINNER OF THE ANTHONY/BILL CRIDER AWARD FOR BEST NOVEL IN A SERIES
Private investigator Kinsey Millhone confronts her darkest and most disturbing case in this #1 New York Times bestseller from Sue...
WINNER OF THE ANTHONY/BILL CRIDER AWARD FOR BEST NOVEL IN A SERIES
Private investigator Kinsey Millhone confronts her darkest and most disturbing case in this #1 New York Times bestseller from Sue...
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THE FINAL INSTALLMENT IN SUE GRAFTON'S ALPHABET SERIES WINNER OF THE ANTHONY/BILL CRIDER AWARD FOR BEST NOVEL IN A SERIES
Private investigator Kinsey Millhone confronts her darkest and most disturbing case in this #1 New York Times bestseller from Sue Grafton.
In 1979, four teenage boys from an elite private school sexually assault a fourteen-year-old classmate-and film the attack. Not long after, the tape goes missing and the suspected thief, a fellow classmate, is murdered. In the investigation that follows, one boy turns state's evidence and two of his peers are convicted. But the ringleader escapes without a trace.
Now, it's 1989 and one of the perpetrators, Fritz McCabe, has been released from prison. Moody, unrepentant, and angry, he is a virtual prisoner of his ever-watchful parents-until a copy of the missing tape arrives with a ransom demand. That's when the McCabes call Kinsey Millhone for help. As she is drawn into their family drama, she keeps a watchful eye on Fritz. But he's not the only one being haunted by the past. A vicious sociopath with a grudge against Millhone may be leaving traces of himself for her to find...
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1 The Theft
January 1979
Iris stood at the counter in the school office, detention slip in hand, anticipating a hand-smack from Mr. Lucas, the vice principal. She d already seen him twice since her enrollment at Climping Academy the previous fall. The first time, she d been turned in for cutting PE. The second time, she d been reported for smoking outside study hall. She d been advised there was a smoking area set aside specifically for students, which she argued was on the far side of campus and impossible to get to between classes. That fell on deaf ears. This was now early January and she d been reported for violating the school s dress code.
She was willing to admit that detention slips were a poor means of establishing her place in a new school. The younger students wore uniforms, but in the upper grades, clothing was at the discretion of the individual student as long as the overall look was considered within bounds. The way Iris read it no skirts or dresses with hemlines above the knee, no tank tops, no shorts, no T-shirts with slogans, no underwear showing, and no flip-flops or Doc Martens. As far as she was concerned, she was playing by the rules. She d assumed she could wear anything she pleased, within reason, of course. Climp had a different point of view. In the minds of the school administrators, clothing was meant to show modesty, respect, conservatism, and seriousness of purpose.
Her choice that morning had been an ankle-length claret-colored velvet dress with a ruffled collar, long sleeves, black tights, and high-top red tennis shoes. Her hair was long and thick, a color that fell somewhere between auburn and flame red thanks to a mixture of boxed dyes. Two big silver barrettes held the mass away from her face. On each wrist she wore a wide leather cuff, studded with brass and silver nail heads. As it turned out, all of this was a great big no-no. Well, shit.
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The school secretary, Mrs. Malcolm, acknowledged Iris s presence with a nod, but clearly the woman didn t intend to interrupt her work over the antics of a problematic ninth grader. She was busy distributing mail to various teachers cubbyholes. A student volunteer, Poppy, was stapling together packets of some sort. Iris was a freshman at Climping Academy, the Santa Teresa private school located in Horton Ravine, which was so la-di-da, it totally freaked her out. She was only at Climp because her father had been hired to teach advanced placement math and to coach field hockey. The tuition was twenty thousand dollars a year, which her parents could never have afforded if not for her father s job, which allowed Climp to waive the cost of enrollment.
The last high school she d attended was in a mixed neighborhood in Detroit, which was to say, drugs, thugs, and vandalism, some of which Iris had generated herself when the mood struck her. She d been uprooted from Michigan and plunked down on the West Coast despite her protests. California was a bust. She expected surfers, dopers, and free spirits, but it was all the same old shit as far as she could tell. Climping Academy was beyond belief. Enrollment from kindergarten to twelfth grade was three hundred students total, with a pupil-to-teacher ratio of nine to one. Expectations were high and most of the students rose to the occasion. And why would they not? These were all rich kids, whose mommies and daddies gave them the best of everything: trips abroad, unlimited clothing budgets, private tennis and fencing lessons, and weekly visits with a shrink the latter just in case some boob was gifted with a brand-new VW instead of the BMW he had his heart set on. Big boo-fucking-hoo. Her parents often expressed doubts about her private school attendance, citing the pressure to conform and the dangers of materialism. Her parents fancied themselves Bohem
The school secretary, Mrs. Malcolm, acknowledged Iris s presence with a nod, but clearly the woman didn t intend to interrupt her work over the antics of a problematic ninth grader. She was busy distributing mail to various teachers cubbyholes. A student volunteer, Poppy, was stapling together packets of some sort. Iris was a freshman at Climping Academy, the Santa Teresa private school located in Horton Ravine, which was so la-di-da, it totally freaked her out. She was only at Climp because her father had been hired to teach advanced placement math and to coach field hockey. The tuition was twenty thousand dollars a year, which her parents could never have afforded if not for her father s job, which allowed Climp to waive the cost of enrollment.
The last high school she d attended was in a mixed neighborhood in Detroit, which was to say, drugs, thugs, and vandalism, some of which Iris had generated herself when the mood struck her. She d been uprooted from Michigan and plunked down on the West Coast despite her protests. California was a bust. She expected surfers, dopers, and free spirits, but it was all the same old shit as far as she could tell. Climping Academy was beyond belief. Enrollment from kindergarten to twelfth grade was three hundred students total, with a pupil-to-teacher ratio of nine to one. Expectations were high and most of the students rose to the occasion. And why would they not? These were all rich kids, whose mommies and daddies gave them the best of everything: trips abroad, unlimited clothing budgets, private tennis and fencing lessons, and weekly visits with a shrink the latter just in case some boob was gifted with a brand-new VW instead of the BMW he had his heart set on. Big boo-fucking-hoo. Her parents often expressed doubts about her private school attendance, citing the pressure to conform and the dangers of materialism. Her parents fancied themselves Bohem
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Autoren-Porträt von Sue Grafton
#1 New York Times bestselling author Sue Grafton first introduced Kinsey Millhone in the Alphabet Series in 1982. Soon after, both writer and heroine became icons and international bestsellers. Ms. Grafton was a writer who consistently broke the bonds of genre while never writing the same book twice. Named a Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America, her awards and honors included the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Private Eye Writers of America, the Ross Macdonald Literary Award, the Cartier Diamond Dagger Award from Britain's Crime Writers' Association, the Lifetime Achievement Award from Malice Domestic, a Lifetime Achievement Award from Bouchercon, three Shamus Awards, and three Anthony Awards-including the first two ever awarded. She passed away in December 2017.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Sue Grafton
- 2018, Internationale Ausgabe, 496 Seiten, Masse: 10,6 x 17,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0525536361
- ISBN-13: 9780525536369
- Erscheinungsdatum: 23.07.2018
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for Y is for YesterdayI m going to miss Kinsey Millhone. Ever since the first of Sue Grafton s Alphabet mysteries, A Is For Alibi, came out in 1982, Kinsey has been a good friend and the very model of an independent woman, a gutsy Californian P.I. rocking a traditional man s job...it s Kinsey herself who keeps this series so warm and welcoming. She s smart, she s resourceful, and she s tough enough to be sensitive on the right occasions. New York Times Book Review
The consistent quality and skillful innovations in this alphabet series justify all the praise these books have received over the past 35 years. Wall Street Journal
This will leave readers both relishing another masterful entry and ruing the near-end of this series. Prime Grafton. Booklist (starred review)
Grafton once again proves herself a superb storyteller. Publishers Weekly
The series may be coming to a close, but Grafton constructs an intricate plot following two time lines with at least a dozen characters in play while rarely slowing the pace. Library Journal
The lively, engrossing...Grafton is in sure command of Kinsey s wise-cracking but warm voice and of a many-layered plot that moves back and forth over events of a decade. Y Is For Yesterday might make you wish the alphabet had a few more letters. Tampa Bay Times-Review
More Praise for Sue Grafton and the Alphabet Series
Grafton s endless resourcefulness in varying her pitches in this landmark series, graced by her trademark self-deprecating humor, is one of the seven wonders of the genre. Kirkus Reviews
Grafton is a writer of many strengths crisp characterizations, deft plotting, and eloquent dialogue among them and she has kept her long-running alphabet mystery series fresh and each new release more welcome than the last. Louisville Courier-Journal
[Grafton s] ability to give equal weight to the story of the detective and the
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detective story sets her apart in the world of crime fiction. Richmond Times-Dispatch
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