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Never Go Back (Anglais) Broché – 14 avril 2011


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If he had flown back with Donna, of course, it would have been all right. If her flight had been delayed by a couple of hours, it would have been enough. If he had simply turned right instead of left coming out of the cemetery, he would probably have got away with it.

But it was not all right; it was not enough: he did not get away with it. In the end, the ifs and therefores amounted to nothing. Fate had set a trap for him that day. And he walked obligingly and unwittingly straight into it.

Thus did a decade of good fortune for Harry Barnett come to an end without him even realizing it. Marriage and fatherhood had proved during those years to be the sweetest of surprises. He regretted coming to them so late, but the circumstances that had brought Donna and hence their daughter Daisy into his life made the delay inevitable. He had never been one to dwell on missed opportunities. The present -- and their future as a family -- were his to enjoy.

The recent death of his mother had failed to puncture his contentment. A swift and gentle exit at the age of ninety-three was no cause for anguish. Her race had been run to a dignified finish.

Harry's links with his birthplace had effectively died with her. He had returned to Swindon to arrange her funeral and to clear out the house she had lived in for more than seventy years. The Council would want to put another tenant in as soon as possible. The fact that 37 Falmouth Street held so much of Harry's past could not stand in their way. Nor would he have wanted it to. It was time to move on.

That morning, Donna had flown back to Seattle, where Daisy had been staying with her grandparents. Mother and daughter would drive home to Vancouver tomorrow. Harry planned to join them in a week or so, when he had disposed of his mother's clothes, crockery and furniture. It was not a task he was looking forward to. But it had to be done. And there was no-one to do it but him. Such was the lot of an only child.

Seeing off Donna at Heathrow and travelling back alone to Swindon had left Harry feeling sorry for himself, however. He was in no mood to begin emptying cupboards and filling bin-bags. He walked away from the station past the boundary wall of the former Great Western Railway works, then crossed the park and made his way up to Radnor Street, where his old primary school, now converted into offices, stood opposite the entrance to the cemetery.

For the first time in Harry's memory, the gravestone commemorating his father, Stanley Barnett, killed in an accident in the GWR locomotive-erecting shop when Harry was three, no longer stood in its familiar place near the highest point of the cemetery. It had been removed to have the name Ivy Barnett added at long last to the inscription. Harry stood for a few minutes by the flower-strewn mound of earth that marked the spot where his mother's coffin had been lowered in on top of his father's two days ago. He breathed the clear spring air and gazed towards the flat horizon. Then he turned and slowly walked away.

Leaving the cemetery on the far side, he seriously considered making for the Beehive, his local in those distant days when he had been a Swindon householder in his own right and co-proprietor of Barnchase Motors. But he reckoned a descent into beery nostalgia would not be a good start to a week of solitude and toil, so he headed downhill instead to the market hall, where he bought a couple of lamb chops for his supper before returning to Falmouth Street.

It was a mild April afternoon of watery sunshine and warbling birdsong. Even the office blocks of downtown Swindon contrived to appear, if not attractive, then at least inoffensive in the restful light. The Railway Village was quiet and tranquil, a condition the average age of its residents generally guaranteed. Turning his back nobly on the beckoningly bright yellow frontage of the Glue Pot -- or at any rate deciding he should put the lamb chops in the fridge before allowing himself a swift one -- Harry crossed Emlyn Square and started along Falmouth Street.

He saw the two men ahead of him before he realized it was his mother's door they were standing at. They were about his own age, which he would once have described as old, but, now he had attained it, seemed merely a bemusingly high number. One was short and tubby, anoraked, tracksuited and baseballcapped. The other, though scarcely much taller, was thinner, his clothes shabby and old-fashioned -- beltless raincoat, crumpled trousers, laced shoes in need of a polish. He had a full head of white, tousled hair, a beak-nosed, bony face and a put-upon stoop. His companion looked contrastingly at ease with himself, staring at the unanswered door of number 37 with his hands thrust idly into his anorak pockets, sunlight flashing on his glasses in time to the gum-chewing motion of his well-padded jaw. They were debating something in a desultory fashion, or so a shrug of his shoulders suggested. A battered leather suitcase and a smarter, newer holdall stood beside them on the path. Harry did not recognize them, nor could he guess what they wanted. Whatever it was, though, he felt certain they had not come to see him.

Then the thinner of the two spotted him and touched the other's arm. A word passed between them. They turned and looked at Harry. As they did so, he stopped. And everything else stopped too, even the chewing of the gum.

'Ossie?' the fat one said after a moment of silence and immobility. 'That's you, isn't it?'

No-one had called Harry Ossie since his National Service days, which had ended fifty years ago and been largely forgotten by him for almost as long. While his brain sent a none too nimble search party off in quest of memories that might explain this turn of events, he opened his mouth to speak -- but found nothing to say. --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.

Revue de presse

"The master of the clever twist" (Sunday Telegraph)

"Goddard rarely disappoints... Meticulous planning, well-drawn characters and an immaculate sense of place... A satisfying number of twists and shocks along the way" (The Times)

"When it comes to duplicity and intrigue, Goddard is second to none... A master of manipulation" (Daily Mail)

"One of Britain's finest thriller writers" (Time Out)

"Combines the expert suspense manipulation skills of a Daphne du Maurier romance with those of a John Le Carre thriller" (The New York Times)


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  • Broché: 400 pages
  • Editeur : Corgi (14 avril 2011)
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0552164976
  • ISBN-13: 978-0552164979
  • Dimensions du produit: 12,8 x 2,5 x 19,7 cm
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1 internautes sur 1 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par El Nina le 18 décembre 2011
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Ce troisième volet de la trilogie "Harry Barnett" de Robert Goddard m'a réconciliée avec l'auteur après la petite déception du deuxième volet (Out of the dark). Les personnages sont attachants et l'intrigue bien ficelée.
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good, but not his best 7 décembre 2006
Par David W. Straight - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Poche
Robert Goddard's novels are very much like Ross Macdonald's fine

mysteries: elements of the dark past throw the present into turmoil.

Things that happened 20-30-40 years ago are brought to the surface,

and the novels twist and turn and unearth what was thought to be long

dead and buried, figuratively and often--in these novels--literally.

Not many writers can work this genre well. Du Maurier's Rebecca

is probably the classic example.

Never Go Back involves events that occurred 50 years previously

in a military experiment: Harry Barnett, to save himself, must

uncover memories and figure out what really occurred back then.

Very little of what he and the others in the experiment thought

happened are accurate. The novel is rather slow-starting, but

gathers momentum as it goes. The participants in the experiment

were given nicknames ("Fission", etc) and they are sometimes

referred to by their actual names and sometimes by their nicknames,

which gets a little confusing. The basic idea has been used before

in other books, so Goddard is not as original here as he usually is.

The ending is not as satisfying as it might have been.

Goddard's novels run from perhaps 2 1/2 stars to 5-plus stars.

Some I reread about every 5-6 years, but the best can be reread

every year or two with complete enjoyment--he's that kind of a

writer. For his best works--read Past Caring, Painting the Darkness,

and In Pale Battalions. All three are superb.
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A master storyteller and weaver of suspense 15 octobre 2007
Par Bookreporter - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Broché
When Harry Barnett returns to his hometown in England to close his late mother's estate, he runs into two old mates from his days in the RAF. He is invited to the 50th reunion of a dozen comrades who served together at a castle in Aberdeen, Scotland, where they spent a tour of duty in 1955. A break from clearing closets and cupboards sounds like fun, so he joins them for what promises to be a nostalgic weekend. When one member of the group ends up dead and another goes missing before they reach their destination, a perilous search into a murky past begins.

An evening in the bar car renders the revelers unconscious in their train seats. During the night, Harry's seatmate gets up for fresh air and doesn't come back. By the time they reach Aberdeen, Harry finds himself under suspicion in his disappearance. When the man's body is found alongside the railway tracks, Harry is a prime murder suspect. As he tries to ferret out the truth behind the further accidents and disappearances of his old mates, Harry is drawn deeper into a half-century-old mystery.

None of Harry's companions seems to have memories of their tour of duty, which was a crash course in college-level basics. Yet, slowly, déjà vu creeps in. A tour of the castle triggers sudden flashes of hidden memories among some of the men, and the ones with the most vivid recall meet with accidents or even death. Harry and another of his old buddies remember nothing except parties and studying, yet as events unfold, they begin to realize that they too are in imminent danger.

Harry Barnett has a knack for finding himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. As the reluctant hero of INTO THE BLUE (1990), he is a down-and-out expatriate living in Greece who is the last person to see a young woman who vanishes while they are hiking in the hills above Rhodes. He returns in OUT OF THE SUN (1996) to resolve a family crisis with a son he never knew. Now, in his golden years, having found peace and happiness in a marriage and becoming the father of a young daughter, he once again makes a decision that will change his life --- or end it.

Robert Goddard is a master storyteller and weaver of suspense. He has topped Britain's book lists for two decades since the publication of his first bestselling novel in 1986. His vivid sense of place and time, intricate plotting, and strong, memorable characters lead readers willingly down each path he chooses to take us. A historian by training and a man with a fascination for how the past --- either an individual's personal history or that of grand events --- can come back to ensnare us in the present are not only a stock in trade for Goddard, but one that he has honed to a fine, duplicitous and chilling edge.

Harry Barnett so intrigued me that when I found myself with an hour to kill near a local bookseller, I aimed for the Thriller/Mystery section and found a copy of INTO THE BLUE. I am now better acquainted with Harry in his muddled middle age, all to better appreciate the senior Barnett of NEVER GO BACK, who can still slide down a tile roof and survive a foot chase through the back streets of Swindon. He's breathing heavily and in need of a pint or two at the end, but he's a survivor.

--- Reviewed by Roz Shea
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Sorry to Say Goodbye to Harry 28 octobre 2013
Par Dianne - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
I like Harry! He's a good, regular guy who often gets the short end of the stick. But in the third installment he's in his 70's, and so we're seeing the last of him. I liked the premise of the book - a reunion, a military secret from 50 years past, and the "and then there were none" scenario. His and Chipchase's adventures and scrapes remind me of the fast-paced films of the 70's - maybe not all that believable, but fun, nonetheless. I did have trouble keeping the cast of characters straight since they were named, nicknamed, and not fleshed out all that completely. Anyway, it was a good, fast read.
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My favorite mystery writer 20 octobre 2012
Par sheba - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
i have read all of Robert Goddard's mysteries and loved them all. His "twisty and turnie" plots are marvelous. I look fwd to his next one!
A disappointment in comparison to other Robert Goddard books............................ 17 octobre 2014
Par Tommy L King - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Broché Achat vérifié
I liked the fact that there was a recurring character, (Harry Barnett), in this book. I wasn't aware of this when I purchased the book.
The book itself disappointed me, it was hard to keep track of the secondary characters and their nicknames, also, the book just kept dragging on and was repetive, too much of Harry and his friend going to the pub..............
Normally I love Robert Goddard books, this one not............................................
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