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The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair: The million-copy bestselling sensation (English Edition) eBook Kindle
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Copyright © 2014 by Joel Dicker
“Jesus, Marc, have you heard?”
“My God, turn on the T V! It’s about Harry Quebert! It’s Quebert!”
I put on the news. To my amazement I saw the house at Goose Cove on the screen and heard the presenter say: “It was here, in his home in Somerset, New Hampshire, that author Harry Quebert was arrested today after police discovered human remains on his property. Initial inquiries suggest this may be the body of Nola Kellergan, a local girl who at the age of fifteen disappeared from her house in August 1975 and has never been seen since.” The room began spinning around me, and I collapsed onto the couch in a daze. I couldn’t hear anything clearly anymore—not the TV, nor Douglas, at the other end of the line, bellowing, “Marcus? Are you there? Hello? He killed a girl? Quebert killed a girl?” In my head, everything blurred together like a bad dream.
So it was that I found out, at the same time as a stupefied America, what had happened a few hours earlier: That morning a landscaping company had arrived at Goose Cove, at Harry’s request, to plant hydrangea bushes. When they dug up the earth, the gardeners found human bones buried three feet deep and had immediately informed the police. A whole skeleton had quickly been uncovered, and Harry had been arrested.
On TV screen they cut between live broadcasts from Somerset and from Concord, sixty miles northwest, where Harry was in police custody. Apparently a clue found close to the body strongly suggested that here were the remains of Nola Kellergan; a police spokesman had already indicated that if this information was confirmed, Harry Quebert would also be named as a suspect in the murder of one Deborah Cooper, the last person to have seen Nola alive on August 30, 1975. Cooper had been found murdered the same day, after calling the police. It was appalling. The rumble grew ever louder as the news crossed the country in real time, relayed by television, radio, the Internet, and social networks: Harry Quebert, sixty-seven, one of the greatest authors of the second half of the twentieth century, was a child predator.
It took me a long time to realize what was happening. Several hours, perhaps. At 8 p.m., when a worried Douglas came by to see how I was holding up, I was still convinced that the whole thing was a mistake.
“How can they accuse him of two murders when they’re not even sure it’s the body of this Nola?” I said.
“Well, there was a corpse buried in his yard, however you look at it.”
“But why would he have brought people in to dig up the place where he’d supposedly buried a body? It makes no sense! I have to go there.”
“New Hampshire. I have to defend Harry.”
Douglas replied with that down-to-earth Midwestern sobriety: “Absolutely not, Marcus. Don’t go there. You don’t want to get involved in this mess.”
“Harry called me . . .”
“About one this afternoon. I must have been the one telephone call he was allowed. I have to go there and support him! It’s very important.”
“Important? What’s important is your second book. I hope you haven’t been taking me for a ride and that you really will have a manuscript ready by the end of the month. Barnaski is shitting bricks. Do you realize what’s going to happen to Harry? Don’t get mixed up in this, Marc. Don’t screw up your career.”
On T V the state attorney general was giving a press conference. He listed the charges against Harry: kidnapping and two counts of murder. Harry was formally accused of having murdered Deborah Cooper and Nola Kellergan. And the punishment for these crimes, taken together, was death.
Harry’s fall was only just beginning. Footage of the preliminary hearing, which was held the next day, was broadcast on T V. We saw Harry arrive in the courtroom, tracked by dozens of T V cameras and illuminated by photolighting, handcuffed, and surrounded by policemen. He looked as if he had been through hell: somber faced, unshaven, hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned, eyes swollen. His lawyer, Benjamin Roth, stood next to him. Roth was a renowned attorney in Concord who had often advised Harry in the past. I knew him slightly, having met him a few times at Goose Cove.
The whole country was able to watch the hearing live as Harry pleaded not guilty, and the judge ordered him remanded into custody in New Hampshire’s State Prison for Men. But this was only the start of the storm. At that moment I still had the naive hope that it would all be over soon, but one hour after the hearing, I received a call from Benjamin Roth.
“Harry gave me your number,” he said. “He insisted I call. He wants you to know that he’s innocent, that he didn’t kill anybody.”
“I know he’s innocent,” I said. “Tell me how he’s doing?”
“Not too great, as you can imagine. The cops have been giving him a hard time. He admitted to having a fling with Nola the summer she disappeared.”
“I knew about Nola. What about the rest?”
Roth hesitated a second before answering. “He denies it. But . . .”
“But what?” I demanded.
“Marcus, I’m not going to hide it from you. This is going to be difficult. The evidence is . . .”
“The evidence is what? Tell me, for God’s sake!”
“This has to stay a secret. No one can know.”
“I won’t say a word. You can trust me.”
“Along with the girl’s remains the investigators found the manuscript of The Origin of Evil.”
“I’m telling you, the manuscript of that damn book was buried with her. Harry is in deep shit.”
“What does Harry say?”
“He says he wrote that book for her. That she was always snooping around his home in Goose Cove, and that sometimes she would borrow his pages to read. He says that a few days before she disappeared, she took the manuscript home with her.”
“What? He wrote that book for her?”
“Yes. But that can’t get out, under any circumstances. You can imagine the scandal there’d be if the media found out that one of the bestselling books of the last fifty years is not a simple love story, like everyone thinks, but based on an illicit affair between a guy of thirty-four and a girl of fifteen . . .”
“Can you get him released on bail?”
“Bail? You don’t understand how serious this is. There’s no question of bail when it comes to capital crimes. The punishment he risks is lethal injection. Ten days from now his case will be presented to a grand jury, which will decide whether to pursue charges and hold a trial. It’s just a formality. There’s no doubt there will be a trial.”
“And in the meantime?”
“He’ll stay in prison.”
“But if he’s innocent?”
“That’s the law. I’m telling you—this is a very serious situation. He’s accused of murdering two people.”
I slumped back on the couch. I had to talk to Harry.
“Ask him to call me!” I said to Roth.
“I’ll pass on your message.”
“Tell him I absolutely have to talk to him, and that I’m waiting for his call.”
Right after hanging up, I went to my bookshelves and found my copy of The Origin of Evil. Harry’s inscription was on the first page:
To Marcus, my most brilliant student
H. L. Quebert, May 1999
I immersed myself once again in that book, which I hadn’t opened in years. It was a love story, mixing a straight narrative with epistolary passages, the story of a man and woman who loved each other without really being allowed to love each other. So he had written this book for that mysterious girl about whom I still knew nothing. I finished rereading it in the middle of the night, and contemplated the title. And for the first time I wondered what it meant: Why The Origin of Evil? What kind of evil was Harry talking about?
Two days passed, during which the DNA analyses and dental impressions confirmed that the skeleton discovered at Goose Cove was indeed that of Nola Kellergan. The investigators were able to determine that the skeleton was that of a fifteen-year-old child, indicating that Nola had died more or less at the time of her disappearance. But, most important, a fracture at the back of the skull provided the certainty, even after more than thirty years, that Nola Kellergan had died from at least one blow to the head.
I had no news of Harry. I tried to get in touch with him through the state police, through the prison, and through Roth, but without success. I paced my apartment, tormented by thousands of questions, plagued by the memory of his weird call. By the end of the weekend, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I decided that I had little choice but to go to see what was happening in New Hampshire.--Este texto se refere à uma edição alternativa kindle_edition
That summer, struggling author Harry Quebert fell in love with fifteen-year-old Nola Kellergan. Thirty-three years later, her body is dug up from his yard, along with a manuscript copy of the novel that made him a household name. Quebert is the only suspect.
Marcus Goldman - Quebert's most gifted protégé - throws off his writer's block to clear his mentor's name. Solving the case and penning a new bestseller soon merge into one. As his book begins to take on a life of its own, the nation is gripped by the mystery of 'The Girl Who Touched the Heart of America.'
But with Nola, in death as in life, nothing is ever as it seems.
--Este texto se refere à uma edição alternativa kindle_edition
Detalhes do produto
- ASIN : B00ELIF0WK
- Editora : MacLehose Press; 0 edição (30 abril 2014)
- Idioma : Inglês
- Tamanho do arquivo : 3961 KB
- Leitura de texto : Habilitado
- Configuração de fonte : Habilitado
- X-Ray : Habilitado
- Dicas de vocabulário : Habilitado
- Número de páginas : 658 páginas
- ISBN da fonte dos números de páginas : 0143126687
- Ranking dos mais vendidos: Nº 82,465 em Loja Kindle (Conheça o Top 100 na categoria Loja Kindle)
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Marcus is a one-hit wonder author who is suffering from a severe case of writer’s block. He reaches out to his old mentor, who is also a successful author, to ask for help. Harry Quebert is still swimming on the waves of the success of his own novel, The Origin of Evil, and has been for the last thirty years.
In a way this is the story of the spell of a Lolita on an entire town, and yet at the same time also the story of the innocence of a child being abused.
Nola captivates the men in her vicinity and certainly manages to ensnare Harry. The relationship between them grows into an obsession for both, which ends with the disappearance of Nola and the murder of the woman trying to help her.
When Nola’s body is found on Harry’s property his whole narrative about the last thirty years is thrown into doubt. Did he kill her to keep her quiet? Did someone bury her there to frame Harry?
Marcus finds himself drawn into the quest to prove Harry innocent, but what he learns along the way threatens his life, his career and his faith in his dear friend.
About a quarter into the book I knew what Harry was hiding. Not the who per se, but definitely the what. A scene that takes place in Nola’s house just opened my eyes to the meaning behind the words and the advice Harry gives to Marcus.
Even as the plot unravels slowly Dicker keeps on hitting the reader with reveal after reveal. The safe small town aura gives the scenario a realistic feel and the read is riveting until the very last word. It is a frightening look behind the closed doors of a supposedly quiet town.
The Truth About The Harry Quebert Affair is one of those books that felt familiar and comfortable from the first page. Joël Dicker's writing flowed with ease, instantly drawing me into the story and the lives of the characters. The narrative takes in the events of thirty three years ago, the summer of 1975, when Nola Kellergan went missing and the present where Marcus Goldman, with the help of Sergeant Gahalwood, looks into Nola's murder with the aim of proving Harry's innocence and finding the real murderer. Of course there are many different twists and turns in this book ,and not everything is at it seems in the sleepy town of Somerset New Hampshire or with its residents.
There are a wonderful cast of characters in this book, many of whom are hiding secrets and not happy with their lot in life. There is very much the small town mentality in Somerset, those with self importance, those who gossip about others lives to hide the disappointment of their own, but all don't seem to be able to see what is going on under their noses, or are burying their heads in the sand. Harry Quebert is an interesting character, you can't get away from the fact that he was in his thirties and having a relationship with a fifteen year old girl, which is wrong, but there was a love story there. Harry never married or moved from his house incase Nola came back to find him. The love story is touching, but at the same time a bit sinister, but I still had sympathy for Harry for losing what was the love of his life and being accused of her murder. Marcus is between a rock and a hard place with his publisher, and finds himself writing the book about what really happened to Nola. He is dogged in his approach, and through him there is revelation, after revelation and the plot goes on many different tangents it leaves you in a spin and never quite sure what is true or where the investigation is going. There is also an interesting subtext on what it means to be a great author and what makes a masterful piece of fiction.
The Truth About The Harry Quebert Affair is an intelligent crime thriller, with added humour, that held my attention throughout. The intricate plot, the fascinating characters and the fast paced murder investigation make this a riveting and at times shocking read. The translation from the original French didn't seem to loose the atmosphere or nuances of the plot and characters which can sometimes be lost. This hugely entertaining and gripping read that will captivate you until the final verdict; a breathtaking debut novel.
I shudder at the thought that this book was considered for the Prix Goncourt. French language literature must be hitting rock bottom. Domage!