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The New York Trilogy

The New York Trilogy

Häftad bok. Penguin USA. 1990. 384 sidor.

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ISBN
9780140131550
Titel
The New York Trilogy
Författare
Auster, Paul
Förlag
Penguin USA
Utgivningsår
1990
Omfång
384 sidor
Bandtyp
Häftad
Mått
129 x 197 mm Ryggbredd 20 mm
Vikt
264 g
Språk
English
Baksidestext
The remarkable, acclaimed series of interconnected detective novels City of Glass, Ghosts, and The Locked Room, from New York Times bestselling author Paul Auster   "Exhilarating . . . a brilliant investigation of the storyteller's art guided by a writer-detective who's never satisfied with just the facts."-The Philadelphia Inquirer   City of Glass: As a result of a strange phone call in the middle of the night, Quinn, a writer of detective stories, becomes enmeshed in a case more puzzling than any he might have written.  Ghosts: Blue, a student of Brown, has been hired by White to spy on Black. From a window of a rented room on Orange Street, Blue keeps watch on his subject, who is across the street, staring out of his own window.   The Locked Room: Fanshawe has disappeared, leaving behind his wife and baby and a cache of extraordinary novels, plays, and poems. What happened to him and why is the narrator, Fanshawe's boyhood friend, lured obsessively into his life?   Moving at the breathless pace of a thriller, this is a uniquely stylized trilogy of detective novels that The Washington Post Book World has classified as "post-existential private eye. . . . It's as if Kafka has gotten hooked on the gumshoe game and penned his own ever-spiraling version."