A ​Drink Before the War (Kenzie-Gennaro 1.) 8 csillagozás

Dennis Lehane: A Drink Before the War Dennis Lehane: A Drink Before the War Dennis Lehane: A Drink Before the War Dennis Lehane: A Drink Before the War Dennis Lehane: A Drink Before the War Dennis Lehane: A Drink Before the War

A cadre of powerful Massachusetts politicians offers Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro big money for a small job: find the missing cleaning woman who allegedly stole confidential Statehouse documents. But there's much more to this crime than anyone realizes. What the woman was really after was justice--and out on the Boston streets, the truth can turn stark and ugly…

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1994

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HarperCollins, London, 2011
368 oldal · ISBN: 9780062049100
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HarperCollins, London, 2010
368 oldal · ISBN: 9780061998843
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William Morrow, New York, 2010
352 oldal · ISBN: 9780062015655

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Dennis Lehane: A Drink Before the War

Teljesen logikus módon olvastam egyszer ennek a sorozatnak a 3. részét, most meg véletlenül a kezembe került az összes többi (a másodikat kivéve – azzal nem tudom, mi lesz, de majd egyszer biztos meglesz valahonnan).

Még mindig úgy érzek Lehane könyveivel kapcsolatban, mint pár éve, amikor elolvastam néhányat tőle – meglepően humoros, és meglepően sötét.

Ezt a regényt se nevezném sima kriminek. Nem tudom, milyen amúgy a sima krimi – talán olyan jólnevelt, amiben max. néhány bűn van, meg max. néhány bűnös, és a végén minden oké lesz. Szóval ez nem olyan regény, itt a bűn mindenütt ott van, senki sem ártatlan, és vannak dolgok, amik okék lesznek idővel, más dolgok viszont sosem lesznek azok. Ami nekem tetszik, mert olyan valóságos.

Szemben a történet egyes elemeivel spoiler, amelyek gyakran idézik az amerikai akciófilmek világát (ami nem baj – csak izé, a regény akciórészei, azok akciósak, nem pedig valóságosak).

Szóval tetszik ez a sorozat – majd folytatom is valamikor a 4. résszel, ha már az van kéznél.

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Dennis Lehane: A Drink Before the War

A humora, a komolysága, a sztorija: nekem itt minden pont jó volt. És én is akarok egy Bubbát! Kenzie-t pedig lehet, hogy jobban bírtam, mint Marlowe-t, és ezek nagy szavak :)
Eltökélt voltam, hogy nekem sehogyan nem világom a krimiirodalom, de ez még Lehane előtt volt.
Az elején azért kicsit sokalltam, hogy két tapasztalt nyomozó közül egy sem ismeri a város legnagyobb gengsztereit, még hallomásból sem, de ez csak szőrszálhasogatás, amúgy el vagyok bűvölve! :)


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My landlord is an old Hungarian farmer whose last name I couldn't pronounce with a year of practice. He spends all day fussing about in the yard, and he's said maybe a total of two hundred and fifty words to me in the five years I've lived there. The words are usually the same and there are three of them: ”Where's my rent?" He's a mean old bastard but he's unfriendly.

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“We have a slight…”
“Conundrum,” Mulkern said. “A slight conundrum on our hands. One we’d like cleared up discreetly and forgotten.”
No one spoke for a few moments. I think we were all too impressed by the realization that we knew someone who used “conundrum” in casual conversation.
I shook off my awe first. “What is this conundrum, exactly?”

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He still had half a cigarette and two of his drinks were gone. I always feel like a Chevette with a bad tire chasing a Porsche when I try to keep up with Devin at a bar.

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George Higby is one of those hapless souls who goes through life expecting the rest of the world to be as nice as he is. Since he gets out of bed each morning with the desire to make the world a better place, a slightly easier place to get along in he doesn’t understand that there are actually people who get up with the desire to make the rest of the world suffer. Even after his daughter eloped with a guitar player twice her age who left her strung out in a Reno motel room; even after she then ran into some especially nasty people and ended up working her sixteen-year-old body on the back streets of Vegas; even after Angie and I flew out there and took her away from these nasty people with the assistance of the Nevada State Police; even after this sweet apple of his eye blamed the mess she’d made completely on him; even after all this George still meets the world with the nervous smile of someone who only knows how to be open and decent and prays that, maybe just once, the world might reward him. George is the sort of raw material out of which most organized religions create their foundations.

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Billy, like a lot of people who work in Western Union offices, looks like he just got out of detox. He’s extremely skinny and his skin has that slightly yellowish texture of someone who spends all his time indoors in smoke-filled rooms. He accentuates his lack of weight by wearing tight jeans and shirts, and rolls his half-sleeves up to his shoulders as if he has biceps. His black hair looks like he combs it with a clawhammer, and he has one of those drooping Mexican bandit mustaches that nobody, not even your average Mexican bandit, wears anymore. In 1979, the rest of the world went on, but Billy didn’t notice.

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The streets are apt to be one-way in a northern direction for two or three blocks, then arbitrarily turn one-way to the south. This usually captures the average driver unaware and forces him to turn onto yet another narrow street with much the same problem, and before he knows it, he’s back on Cambridge or Charles or Beacon Street, looking up at the Hill, wondering how the hell he ever ended up down here again, but getting the distinct, if irrational, impression that the Hill itself threw him off.

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Mama Kenzie may have raised a fool, but she didn’t raise no suicide.

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Harold is a six-foot stuffed panda bear that I won at the Marshfield Fair a few years back. I tried to give him to Angie at the time; I’d won him for her, after all. But she gave me that look she’d give me if I lit up a cigarette during sex, the withering one. Why she didn’t want a six-foot stuffed panda in bright yellow rubber shorts adorning her apartment is beyond me, but since I couldn’t find a trash barrel big enough to take him, I welcomed him into my home.

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The only thing better than an automag for the total firearms incompetent is an Ithaca .12 gauge shotgun with a pistol grip. If you can’t hit your target with that, you’re legally blind.


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