Showing posts with label Berlin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Berlin. Show all posts

Friday, February 28, 2014

The Accident, Edgy and Full of Suspense, by Chris Pavone!

The street is leafy, sun-dappled, birdsongy. Hayden's bicycle leans amid dozens of others in the jumbled rack on the wide sidewalk, a few blocks from the queen's palace in Amalienborg. He hops on, pedals gently through quiet streets, to the staid brick building on Kronprinsessegade that houses the David Collection, one of the premier resources on the Continent for his new hobby, Islamic art. He spends a half-hour examining the Middle Age artifacts of the Spanish emirate, from a time when Cordoba was the largest city in Western Europe. Cordoba, of all places.
Hayden Gray is, after all, a cultural attache'. He has a large luxurious office three hundred miles due south, in the American Embassy in Pariser Platz, next to the Brandenburg Gate. He still makes his permanent home in Munich, but his new job responsibilities require regular appearances in Berlin, and a legitimate office there. Of course Berlin has always been a fascination for Hayden, indeed for anyone in his line of work. Lost Angeles has the film business, and Paris has fashion; Berlin is for espionage. But it's not a particularly attractive city, and the appealing things about it--a vibrant youth culture, a practically developing-world level of inexpensiveness, and the limitless energy of its nightlife--are not compelling assets for him. So he'd rather not live there...
~
In the window across the street, the scraggly man sits at his desk, turned as always in profile. Jens Grundtvig, part-time student, part-time writer, and nearly full-time stoner, is sometimes typing on his computer, sometimes just moving his mouse around, researching, and sometimes is on the telephone, gathering quotes, checking facts. Grundtvig seems to be putting a fact-checking polish on another man's project, and Hayden's task is to find that other man. After three months, Jens Grundtvig of Copenhagen is Hayden's only substantive lead...
~~~


The Accident
By Chris Pavone


Whether or not intended, most Americans will think of only one man to characterize the life of Charlie Wolfe; i.e., if we are to assume the power and wealth of the individual for whom the book called, The Accident would be written. And once we get that into our heads, the next thing would be, What if...

What if a now very powerful American media mogul, together with his best friend and father, had killed and/or been involved with the cover up of the death of a young girl during his college years??? What if it really was an accident? Would that make a difference or does the fact that they covered it up mean that he knew he was guilty of murder?

Would we ever consider whether that man could have done it and, if so, if it was discovered, would he pay for it in jail, or would he ensure nobody ever found out, even if many deaths had to occur?

He opens the media folder of motion-activated
footage. Since he last checked, there have been
about ten minutes of motion, in one stretch,
time-stamped beginning 3:08 p.m. local time.
The first activated camera, as usual is the one in
the hall, as the front door opens. It's a different
man from the usual, this one tall and blond and
muscular and wearing latex gloves, moving
quickly, not pausing to listen for sounds, not
hesitating, not sneaking around corners. This
man, like the others, knows there's no one home;
he and his colleagues are keeping close tabs on
Isabel, and they know where she is at all times.
But also like the others, this blond guy doesn't
know about the surveillance cameras that are
watching him while he's spying on her.
These cameras are the author's. He had them
installed partly to monitor the agent, but mostly
keep track of these goons who come and go,
to see what they do, to see if they ever walk
away with a manuscript, or, worse, with the
woman herself. One or another of these guys
has been stealing into her apartment every
few days for months. Checking on her
submissions. Checking on her.
~~~
Can you even imagine what would happen if even a "hint" of such a book was made or discovered? If you can't, then run, don't walk, to your nearest bookstore and get this book! Chris Pavone may just be an expert in writing suspense. Readers are caught immediately with the concept, but the intriguing path that one copy of a book can take is not only believable but makes you question whether hot news can ever be stopped in its tracks...

Even by someone who has control of more media outlets than anyone else...

Maybe because there would be so many willing to dig his grave by "outing" the secret death...

The manuscript of the  book has just been submitted to a literary agent and, not through her hands, to others involved in publishing. It would be to their advantage for them to be able to publish and reap the benefits of such an explosive story! That was Isabel Reed's decision when she started thinking about how she could ensure that "she" was the agent who would control everything that happened!

Of course, other people had similar ideas...And if you can imagine an industry who is looking toward collapse, some time in the future, such as publishing companies are, you can also imagine it gets pretty cut throat at this time. So Isabel's first copy to her preferred editor--a man she knows is in love with her, is a safe decision. But not if he doesn't realize soon enough what a valuable property it will become and leaves it on his desk to be copied... She also hadn't known that her assistant had made a copy for her own use--and was the first one killed! At least until she found her the next day...

But soon the plot deepens as the CIA gets involved. They've already noticed that a man is doing a lot of research on Charlie.  And Charlie has had quite a bit of interaction with this agent for many years. Shall we save a lucrative arrangement on both sides? 

Now there were a number of copies getting out...and those individuals were immediately terminated... 

The book has been written by Anonymous... But there are a number of people who believe they know who the author is... Even if he is supposed to be dead...

Throughout the book readers are given slices of the manuscript so that you begin to see the potential of the story. But there are a couple of things that are "off" for the reader to consider, even if you can't figure out the "why's" of it. The ending was a total surprise for me, one that could even be a setup for a sequel, but with all that's going on in this one, I'm not sure anything more than the same could be conceived... LOL But then, I'm not this imaginatively creative writer who presents this
"Never seen him before, I don't think.
The truth is I didn't get a good look at
him--really, I didn't get any look at him--
I was on a very very long call with Steph
Bernstein, who was having a massive
meltdown about all the negative reader
reviews on Goodreads, which have been
sort of vicious, on top of that brutal daily
Times review."
~~~
ongoing suspense without a let-up!  


It is obvious that he has seen, learned and/or researched what is happening to and within publishing companies, although hopefully not as bloody as his book. But I did notice that he provided an interesting reference of the social media setting which most of us already knew about as reviewers. Sad to say that this bit of notoriety is not something we like to even see, especially in a book we are reviewing... All I can say is why get "vicious" in writing a review? I don't think I've ever felt vicious about anything...a little sarcastic, maybe...LOL in my JMPO blog...

Ok, I enjoyed reading books with a setting within the publishing world, even though I have just a teeny role in that arena...I think this is an excellent overview of the entire potential, including movie rights, etc. But no matter the setting, the suspense, the edgy writing, together with the political corruption makes for a totally entertaining, crime novel, even with a somewhat "hanging" end. Enjoy!


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Chris Pavone is the author of THE EXPATS, which was an instant New York Times, USA Today, and international bestseller, published in twenty languages on five continents, as well as developed for film, plus winner of the 2013 Edgar Award for Best First Novel. Chris grew up in New York City, and attended Midwood High School in Brooklyn and Cornell University, then worked at a number of publishing houses over nearly two decades, most notably as an editor at Clarkson Potter, where he specialized in cookbooks; in the late nineties, he also wrote a little (and mostly blank) book called The Wine Log. Chris is married and the father of twin schoolboys, and lives in Greenwich Village and the North Fork of Long Island. His second novel, THE ACCIDENT, will be published March 11, 2014.


Monday, August 19, 2013

Redfern Jon Barrett's Forget Yourself - Can You Explain Its Magnetism, Its Fascination???

During Hitler's Reign...
"People are punished for their
crimes.
"People who inflict suffering are
removed from society.
"Criminals are confined..."
--The Book
Or Back to A New Beginning...

"A Tidy Garden means 
a tidy mind."
--The Book
Or is it the Future???
"There's something important about
our memories here--fact and theory
become lost in one another, entwined,
meshed together like berries and
bruised vegetables..."

Or...Is It Happening Right Now...
"My breathing was steady and he was calm. I had to ask
when do we get to leave?

Forget Yourself
By Redfern Jon Barrett


I received this book direct from Berlin two days ago and finished reading it yesterday... 

My name is Blondee...

Oops, no, that's one of the characters in this exciting, fascinating, extremely chilling and startling novel by, ah, I forget... Sometimes I think I'm Blondee...

I was reading a book, I thought about the future, but, as I read, my thoughts went all over the place. Was this after the garden--memory wiped to start over, on our own to build a world? No, that couldn't be because every once in a while, "rations" are provided, so somebody has to be providing us food and other barest essentials... I don't know how I got here and I don't want to be here. There are about 100 here. Of course I don't know anybody...

I don't know who I am... My name is Blondee. That's what they named me when I came. My fingers are long so they knew I was a thief. They put me in with other minors. Tie gave me a window...and said I could balance it against a wall and add a little more, to make me a triangle hut. That's where I live now. 

Did I tell you my name is Blondee now? It's because of my hair. There are no other blondes here, so I could be named Blondee. I guess it makes as much sense as calling me a thief because my fingers are long, don't you think? I don't know how long I've been here. We know night and day, but nothing else. Tie was here when I first came and he helped me. Now he's dead. I think new ones have come but I can't be sure. As soon as somebody is here, they are defined as least, minor, moderate and severe. Once that is done, we are forced to live in a certain part of the land and are not supposed to go into the other areas.

There were four who arrived first--3 men and a woman. After they had argued and fought with each other, they began to consider what to do. All of their personal memories had been taken. They knew about basic necessities.

If one of them remembered something from their past, it was written in The Book, which they started to keep, because that would be the only way to begin to learn, to establish rule, order...

It was everybody's opinion, once they had started to think about things, that they must have been put where they were for punishment. They didn't remember what they'd done, so if something triggered an opinion, that became the measurement.

Thus, Blondee, with long fingers, must have stolen something, but in relation to many other crimes that was probably minor...

Thus Blondee became a minor--thief.

Now, this was very important to this new society. Because where you ranked gave you a priority for selecting rations! Thus, the least, who wasn't quite so bad, were given priority. Tie told Blondee that he was least--sexual. Given that he was embarrassed when he said it, my guess was that they concluded he took care of his own sexual needs...

But who knows, because nobody had a memory of what they had done, and nobody there could possibly remember even if that individual had done it...

The very worst, the severe group, were placed at a far distance so that there was little awareness of them. Of course, they were the last to get their rations.

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Blondee became well-established in her new world and made friends, took lovers and at one time, even was in love with two people, but that had taken awhile...

"How people look here is important. Everyone has a sex drive, and it influences their actions. Most people found me attractive when I arrived, and I enjoyed their stares, their gaze a soft lingering caress of brief intimacy - intimacy which I missed badly, but of which I also had no recollection. People were nice to me. I was a decent face bordered by butter-blonde hair. It didn't take long to learn that the way I looked limited intimacy.
"I would talk to wandering eyes and slight-smiling lips. I'd been excited about making friends, it would distract me from what I had decided was my death, and from the squalid hovel I'd been housed inside. But angry partners kept their lovers from me, jealous and afraid that I would steal their soul mate away, steal away their only possible achievement in this world. They never said it, but each new friend would eventually avoid me, softly whispered excuses cover the harsh stares of their beloved. Almost everyone in the compound was coupled and it didn't do to talk too much to those who belonged to another.
"So I had spent the first ages in the new world alone, not sure what to do with myself and sleeping most of the time. The only break had come in brief visits from Tie, who would come to make sure I was doing a little less miserably..."
~~~

And then came the time that Blondee was to have time with The Book. That night she heard a noise--Thud, thud, thud... And it drew a memory. She saw it there in her mind... She knew it was made of stone, but she could remember the scene, the details--the dogs, hunting with her bow...

It was a memory. And it belonged to Blondee...

But when she went to see The Book and told Pilsner, he didn't believe her...

Still, she took the time to read it and saw some things her friends had written:

"You should get back on your feet as soon as possible."
"Criminals go to prison. They're told how long by a judge. Sometimes they're
  put to death.
"Songs are a melody, with more than one instrument. Bands play together and      make songs.

Blondee remembered that she always said songs were more than that:
they had words. Another false memory they said...

Blondee started exploring at night, going into the areas assigned to the other groups, the moderates, the least. There she had found another friend to love

"It is important that you know: I love you.
Of course I have no idea who you are.
But I have no real idea who I am either, so it seems fair to me..."

A new world, an old world? No matter--it is your world now and for your future. What role would you take in such a place? Perhaps you would consider that you would be Blondee--that you would remember...

But what good are memories if there is nobody who wants to hear them. Would you begin to remember the nice man who was here to greet you when you first arrived and renew a relationship with him, even though he is dead now? Talking to a ghost is better than talking to nobody, right? I couldn't blame her... The memories were coming fast now, but were they real? Or from a book she had read sometime, someplace? Sometimes, she was male, sometime she was female. When she was male, she would look down... and wonder who she was now...

For about 90% of this book, I was totally wrapped up in this world, trying, though, to figure out the how, the why, the who of it all...And then the beginning of the end came...and I got lost...I mean, Blondee got lost... The ending was anti-climatic for me, but appropriate for the book's story. Readers will automatically become part of Blondee's world--you won't be able to stop yourself... What would you do, if you forgot yourself???

There is stability in the world. People are asked to conform to the majority. But what if you are different? Taking away memories results in a new individual, but does it really? They say some people can't be hypnotized if you are unwilling to give up control. But if your memories are taken? In this new world, we see that some immediately began to organize, to set up a structure, a society. While some lived by emotions alone. And they wanted to love and be loved as one of the key issues. There are only a few actual scenes of Blondee with her two lovers. She ultimately chose one based upon...remembering...

When nothing but the basic needs in our lives are what we have to look forward to, the higher levels of Maslow's hierarchy of needs can never be climbed. Shelter, food, safety are paramount. Barrett presents that world to his readers and allows you to consider what you would do. I found myself there. Dare you try?

Barrett's novel has been exceptionally well done, well written, and even the ending revealed what happened to the main character, purely through her actions. In some ways it is a devastating look into ourselves! Would we survive? And in case you're wondering, there is no happy ending... For those of you who are willing, this could be a must-read...


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Redfern Jon Barrett writes sci-fi, political rants, and polyamorous decadence. His works of science and speculative fiction have featured in A Cappella Zoo (2012; 2013), The Future Fire, and Corvus. He writes about cyberpunk for the online magazine Scifi Methods, and has written articles for Sleek, Gender Forum, and various polyamory resources. As an obsessive propagandist, he also has chapters in the books Witches/Sorcières (published by the Maison Populaire, Paris), and Shaped By Time (published by the Danish National Museum). Last but not least, his sci-fi novel Forget Yourself is now available on Amazon. Site: redjon.com Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/RedfernJonBarrett Twitter: @redfernjon




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