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The Redbreast: A Harry Hole thriller (Oslo Sequence 1) [Anglais] [Broché]

Jo Nesbo , Don Bartlett
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3 septembre 2009

Not all angels are heaven sent. I am one such angel, and I have come to pass judgement on the living, and the dead...

A report of a rare and unusual gun - a type favoured by assassins - being smuggled into the country sparks Detective Harry Hole's interest. Then a former WW2 Nazi sympathizer is found with his throat cut. Next, Harry's former partner is murdered. Why had she been trying to reach Harry on the night she was killed?

As Harry's investigation unfolds, it becomes clear that the killer is hell-bent on serving his own justice. And while the link between the cases remains a mystery, one thing is certain: he must be stopped.


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1

Toll Barrier at Alnabru.
1 November 1999.

A grey bird glided in and out of Harry’s field of vision. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Slow time. Somebody had been talking about ‘slow time’ on TV yesterday. This was slow time. Like on Christmas Eve before Father Christmas came. Or sitting in the electric chair before the current was turned on.

He drummed harder.

They were parked in the open area behind the ticket booths at the toll gate. Ellen turned up the radio a notch. The commentator spoke with reverence and solemnity.

‘The plane landed fifty minutes ago, and at exactly 6.38 a.m. the President set foot on Norwegian soil. He was welcomed by the Mayor of Ullensaker. It is a wonderful autumn day here in Oslo: a splendid Norwegian backdrop to this summit meeting. Let us hear again what the President said at the press conference half an hour ago.’

It was the third time. Again Harry saw the screaming press corps thronging against the barrier. The men in grey suits on the other side, who made only a halfhearted attempt not to look like Secret Service agents, hunched their shoulders and then relaxed them as they scanned the crowd, checked for the twelfth time that their earpieces were correctly positioned, scanned the crowd, dwelled for a few seconds on a photographer whose telephoto lens was a little too long, continued scanning, checked for the thirteenth time that their earpieces were in position. Someone welcomed the President in English, everything went quiet. Then a scratching noise in a microphone.

‘First, let me say I’m delighted to be here . . .’ the President said for the fourth time in husky, broad American-English.

‘I read that a well-known American psychologist thinks the President has an MPD,’ Ellen said.

‘MPD?’

‘Multiple Personality Disorder. Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. The psychologist thought his normal personality was not aware that the other one, the sex beast, was having relations with all these women. And that was why a Court of Impeachment couldn’t accuse him of having lied under oath about it.’

‘Jesus,’ Harry said, looking up at the helicopter hovering high above them.

On the radio, someone speaking with a Norwegian accent asked, ‘Mr President, this is the fourth visit to Norway by a sitting US President. How does it feel?’

Pause.

‘It’s really nice to be back here. And I see it as even more important that the leaders of the state of Israel and of the Palestinian people can meet here. The key to —’

‘Can you remember anything from your previous visit to Norway, Mr President?’

‘Yes, of course. In today’s talks I hope that we can —’

‘What significance have Oslo and Norway had for world peace, Mr President?’

‘Norway has played an important role.’

A voice without a Norwegian accent: ‘What concrete results does the President consider to be realistic?’

The recording was cut and someone from the studio took over.

‘We heard there the President saying that Norway has had a crucial role in . . . er, the Middle Eastern peace process. Right now the President is on his way to —’

Harry groaned and switched off the radio. ‘What is it with this country, Ellen?’

She shrugged her shoulders.

‘Passed Post 27,’ the walkie-talkie on the dashboard crackled.

He looked at her.

‘Everyone ready at their posts?’ he asked. She nodded.

‘Here we go,’ he said. She rolled her eyes. It was the fifth time he had said that since the procession set off from Gardemoen Airport. From where they were parked they could see the empty motorway stretch out from the toll barrier up towards Trosterud and Furuset. The blue light on the roof rotated sluggishly. Harry rolled down the car window to stick out his hand and remove a withered yellow leaf caught under the windscreen wiper.

‘A robin redbreast,’ Ellen said, pointing. ‘Rare to see one so late in autumn.’

‘Where?’

‘There. On the roof of the toll booth.’

Harry lowered his head and peered through the windscreen.

‘Oh yes. So that’s a robin redbreast?’

‘Yep. But you probably can’t tell the difference between that and a redwing, I imagine?’

‘Right.’ Harry shaded his eyes. Was he becoming short-sighted?

‘It’s a rare bird, the redbreast,’ Ellen said, screwing the top back on the thermos.

‘Is that a fact?’ Harry said.

‘Ninety per cent of them migrate south. A few take the risk, as it were, and stay here.’

‘As it were? ’

Another crackle on the radio: ‘Post 62 to HQ. There’s an unmarked car parked by the road two hundred metres before the turn-off for Lørenskog.’

A deep voice with a Bergen accent answered from HQ: ‘One moment, 62. We’ll look into it.’

Silence.

‘Did you check the toilets?’ Harry asked, nodding towards the Esso station.

‘Yes, the petrol station has been cleared of all customers and employees. Everyone except the boss. We’ve locked him in his office.’

‘Toll booths as well?’

‘Done. Relax, Harry, all the checks have been done. Yes, the ones that stay do so in the hope that it will be a mild winter, right? That may be OK, but if they’re wrong, they die. So why not head south, just in case, you might be wondering. Are they just lazy, the birds that stay?’

Harry looked in the mirror and saw the guards on either side of the railway bridge. Dressed in black with helmets and MP5 machine guns hanging around their necks. Even from where he was he could see the tension in their body language.

‘The point is that if it’s a mild winter, they can choose the best nesting places before the others return,’ Ellen said, while trying to stuff the thermos into the already full glove compartment. ‘It’s a calculated risk, you see. You’re either laughing all over your face or you’re in deep, deep shit. Whether to take the risk or not. If you take the gamble, you may fall off the twig frozen stiff one night and not thaw out till spring. Bottle it and you might not have anywhere to nest when you return. These are, as it were, the eternal dilemmas you’re confronted with.’

‘You’ve got body armour on, haven’t you?’ Harry twisted round to check. ‘Have you or haven’t you?’

She tapped her chest with her knuckles by way of reply.

‘Lightweight?’

She nodded.

‘For fuck’s sake, Ellen! I gave the order for ballistic vests to be worn. Not those Mickey Mouse vests.’

‘Do you know what the Secret Service guys use?’

‘Let me guess. Lightweight vests?’

‘That’s right.’

‘Do you know what I don’t give a shit about?’

‘Let me guess. The Secret Service?’

‘That’s right.’

She laughed. Harry managed a smile too. There was a crackle from the radio.

‘HQ to post 62. The Secret Service say it’s their car parked on the turn-off to Lørenskog.’

‘Post 62. Message received.’

‘You see,’ Harry said, banging the steering wheel in irritation, ‘no communication. The Secret Service people do their own thing. What’s that car doing up there without our knowledge? Eh?’

‘Checking that we’re doing our job,’ Ellen said.

‘According to the instructions they gave us.’

‘You’ll be allowed to make some decisions, so stop grumbling,’ she said. ‘And stop that drumming on the wheel.’

Harry’s hands obediently leapt into his lap. She smiled. He let out one long stream of air: ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah.’

His fingers found the butt of his service revolver, a .38 calibre Smith & Wesson, six shots. In his belt he had two additional magazines, each holding six shots. He patted the revolver, knowing that, strictly speaking, he wasn’t actually authorised to carry a weapon. Perhaps he really was becoming short-sighted; after the forty-hour course last winter he had failed the shooting test. Although that was not so unusual, it was the first time it had happened to Harry and he didn’t like it at all. All he had to do was take the test again — many had to take it four or five times — but for one reason or another Harry continued to put it off.

More crackling noises: ‘Passed point 28.’

‘One more point to go in the Romerike police district,’ Harry said. ‘The next one is Karihaugen and then it’s us.’

‘Why can’t they do it how we used to? Just say where the motorcade is instead of all these stupid numbers,’ Ellen asked in a grumbling tone.

‘Guess.’

They answered in unison: ‘The Secret Service!’ And laughed.

‘Passed point 29.’

He looked at his watch.

‘OK, they’ll be here in three minutes. I’ll change the frequency on the walkie-talkie to Oslo police district. Run the final checks.’

Ellen closed her eyes to concentrate on the positive checks that came back one after the other. She put the microphone back into position. ‘Everything in place and ready.’

‘Thanks. Put your helmet on.’

‘Eh? Honestly, Harry.’

‘You heard what I said.’ ...

Revue de presse

"THE NEXT STIEG LARSSON" (INDEPENDENT)

"A page-turner you won't want to put down" (Time Out)

"A complex, utterly captivating story" (Evening Standard)

"Scary...culminates in a nail-biting episode with overtones of The Day of the Jackal" (Independent)

"Norway's finest crime writer... Nesbo clearly demonstrates his skill at executing expertly-crafted, well-paced thrillers that he sustains to the very end in a compelling fashion. As first novels go, The Redbreast and The Devil's Star are as accomplished as any reader is likely to experience" (Daily Express)

Détails sur le produit

  • Broché: 656 pages
  • Editeur : Vintage (3 septembre 2009)
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 9780099546771
  • ISBN-13: 978-0099546771
  • ASIN: 0099546779
  • Dimensions du produit: 12,9 x 3,5 x 19,8 cm
  • Moyenne des commentaires client : 3.5 étoiles sur 5  Voir tous les commentaires (4 commentaires client)
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 the redbreast 10 janvier 2014
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Un des meilleurs de la série. Je regrette de ne pas l'avoir lu avant les livres plus récents de Nesbo.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 excellent, malgré un début un peu confus 10 janvier 2013
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le livre évoque une période de l'histoire de la norvège (les milliers de jeunes norvégiens volontaires partis pour combattre au côté des nazis sur le front de l'est) que les norvégiens d'aujourd'hui (j'en suis), préfèrent ignorer. beau travail de détéctive du policier "hole"
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Very disappointing 8 octobre 2010
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Much too long-winded and difficult to follow with repeated backward and forward moves in time. It did not start to move until about page 450 (out of 600. A great pity for a new nordic author.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 A good read 20 mai 2012
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A good read although not as surprising as some of the later books. Still, difficult to put down, but poignant with the loss of his partner Ellen and the introduction of Rakel. If you began with the later books this one puts certain events in place. Recommended.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 You MUST discover what happens next! 20 février 2007
Par Carolyn L. Zaremba - Publié sur Amazon.com
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I'm hooked. I started reading The Redbreast on President's Day weekend and at first was skeptical. The tale seemed to bounce from one era--the present--back to the 1940s, and then back to the 1990s again, for no real reason. Until the characters wormed their way into my consciousness and the stories of WWII and the story of 1999 began to come together, that is. Wow! I stayed up nearly all night, unable to put this down. Nesbo creates real people in her characters, whose thoughts, no matter how horrific, are made understandable to the reader along with their passions, their fears and their hurts. I consider this not only a major contribution to the mystery/police thriller genres, but to the psychological and character-driven best works of Barbara Vine. This story creeps up on you without your being aware of it. Before you know it, you MUST discover what is going on and what will happen next. Highly recommended.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 An Amazing Novel 20 décembre 2007
Par Daniel W. Hays - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Those who follow mysteries are aware that some of the most intriguing works in that genre have been coming out of Scandinavia in recent years. Not least among these has been the work of Jo Nesbo, who lives in Oslo, Norway. His stories about police detective Harry Hole have garnered high praise. In fact, "The Redbreast" was voted the best Norwegian crime novel ever written by members of Norwegian book clubs.<
It's easy to see why, literally from the opening moments of the book. The pace is leisurely, but perfectly cadenced. The detail is carefully chosen, the revelations of character and depth drawn in easy strokes. This has to be attributed in part to translator Don Bartlett, but one must assume it was there in the first place.<
The book is set in the present, but its events cover a good deal of time. They go back to World War II, a time when some young Norwegian men willingly fought for Hitler. The plot includes the story of a war hero as well. So out-of-control and alcoholic Hole is plunged into a mystery whose elements reach far and wide.<
Hole is a wonderful, rich creation. And so is the villain in this book.<
"The Redbreast" is an ambitious book, a mystery, thriller, and serious work of literature combined. The fact that it is highly successful in each of its modes makes it the best thriller of the year - from any country.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 An engaging murder mystery from Norway 31 août 2008
Par Colin P. Lindsey - Publié sur Amazon.com
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The Redbreast is an exceptionally well-crafted and atmospsheric novel weaving the skein of two storylines together, one concerning Norwegians who joined the Waffen SS in WWII and fought on the Eastern Front believing they were defending their country from Soviet annexation, and the other a murder mystery involving neo-Nazi's in modern Oslo. The contemporary murder is investigated by Norwegian Police Inspector Harry Hole and the puzzling case begins to lead Harry into a dark era of Norwegian history and he finds that to solve the mystery in the present he must first solve a baffling mystery from WWII. The author, Jo Nesbo, makes stunningly good use of his plot to show that the past is much more complicated and complex than it is often presented later and personal ethical, moral, and political choices in a confused time can lead righteous men in different directions.

I was extremely excited to get this book after reading the blurb on Amazon. A murder mystery, set partially in modern Norway (a beautiful country I would love to visit) and partially on the Eastern front during WWII, covering both real Nazis and neo-Nazis, seemed like it could be a great read. I haven't been as excited to get a book by a new author in a long time actually. When I received the book and read the dust cover I got even more excited...apparently this book was voted "the best Norwegian crime novel EVER". As if that were not enough, apparently Jo Nesbo is a well-regarded pop music talent in Europe with several top ten hits and is also an economist. My wife noted that he was also exceptionally good-looking. I decided, with a little effort, to not hold all of this spectacular over-achievement against Nesbo, and just try to enjoy the book. I jumped Redbreast to the front of the crowded reading queue and got started.

Before I venture into my thoughts on this novel let me preface my comments by saying that this is an exceptionally good book and I very much liked it. There several items which as I was reading struck me as noteworthy and which I believe are worth sharing here. These are not meant to be negatives, just observations that interested me.

The first hundred pages were slow going and I wasn't gaining much traction. There was nothing wrong with the writing but the story wasn't immediately engaging. After you cross that first hundred page barrier though the story picks up steam and becomes riveting. There were a few things about the book which could be a little off-putting but I think they are understandable in context. There is some dialogue that can seem odd, but I'm sure that it has to do with difficulties in translating from Norwegian. There are always unique cultural thought processes and manners of expression which do not smoothly translate from one language to another. These odd bits are noticeable but they do not detract from the story. Actually they made me pay more attention. There is much less character development of the protagonist, Harry Hole, than I would have expected. In thinking about the book I believe it is for two reasons. Nesbo has written seven books which feature Harry Hole. This is the third in the series but the first two haven't been translated yet. I wish they had been because I would have preferred to start at the beginning, and not having the background from the first two novels does make it harder to figure Harry out and to identify with his character. You do get there, but it takes much longer when you are essentially dropped into the middle of his life-story without any context. I'm reasonably sure the missing character development can be found in the first two books. The other reason there may have been less character development of Harry is that significant chunks of the book are about other protagonists. Another item which struck me was that if the reader is paying attention they will solve the mystery about 90% of the way through the book, but it takes Harry a little longer. There was nothing particularly wrong with this, it's just that in my experience the reader either gets to understand the mystery from near the beginning and then we cheer the protagonist on as they fit the pieces together, or its the other way round, the protagonist fits the pieces together for us and all is revealed to the reader by the competent sleuth at the denouement. I actually kind of liked struggling with Harry to solve the baffling mystery and getting there just a little ahead of him. It was just that I felt this was unusual enough to be worth noting, perhaps an approach unique to Nesbo or perhaps something we'll see more of in the future from other writers. One last unusual item, especially since some readers may be bothered by it, was that there was a tangetial murder that was not solved and a bad guy who was not nabbed. Perhaps this will be revisited in one of the succeeding Harry Hole novels when they are translated, or perhaps this is Nesbo realism. You can't catch all the bad guys all the time.

As I said, the foregoing are not meant to be negatives. I found the book to be thoroughly enjoyable after the first one hundred pages of set-up. The mystery, which bounces back and forth from WWII to the present was a truly excellent one that will leave you baffled and then thoroughly satisfied once the pieces fall into place. In fact, I think the mystery was handled exceptionally well. Although it didn't start this way, this novel did develop into one of those books that you don't want to put down. There was also one particular scene in the book which spiked my tension and stress levels way past any other reading experiences lately and I admired the skill with which Nesbo crafted that scene. I found myself wanting to shout warnings out loud to the character...that is some pretty strong writing when you become so involved you start to talk to the characters in the book! All in all, while I don't know if this is the best crime book ever from Norway, it is still a very fine crime book indeed and I will definitely be reading anything by Nesbo I can get. In fact, I think the biggest weakness of this book was simply the lack of preparatory Harry Hole novels. I hope they translate them soon.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 So close to so good... 22 juillet 2010
Par saintmaur - Publié sur Amazon.com
I share many of the enthusiastic reactions of other reviewers of this novel. As a writer and storyteller, Nesbo is way in front of the recent Scandinavian masters of the genre who have, in my view, produced the best police procedurals in the last generation, though I find Henning Mankell (Kurt Wallender procedurals), the reigning champion of the genre, tedious. But Per Wahloo and Maj Sjowall, of some decades ago, still reign supreme.

Nesbo has some first-order talents: his characters are leanly drawn, yet complex; his story telling skills are masterful: the scenes of violence, for instance, are unexpected and devastating -to the reader as well as to the victims, and sometimes to the perpetrator. (Nesbo seems is more comfortable with violence than with tenderness, but maybe that's a weakness of the genre--and of his hero, Henry Hole.

In the end, unfortunately, the very richness and complexity of the plot paralyze the story. The denouement seemed contrived and self-conscious. The plot device used to convince the reader that the villain of the piece could be one and the same with one of its most noble characters was fatally unconvincing. The extensive `confession' of the culprit had a flatness that seemed entirely unsuited to the character and somehow vulgarized the entire experience. Part of the problem, I think, was that Nesbo had too much complexity to unravel at the end. There were too many important characters, all with much the same experiences, and with some pretending to be someone else, reducing the huge machine of a plot to a crawl for the final 50 pages

Moreover, some of the twists and turns seemed superfluous and distracted from the central story's momentum. Why for example did he need to introduce Sofia at all? Why the largely extraneous side story involving Inspector Waaler, which, astonishingly, was never resolved. Did Nesbo himself get so confused, he forgot to settle with this character?

So I was in the end hugely disappointed at this bravura undertaking-- because it came so close to being so good.

But I'll give Nesbo another chance; a thinner and more disciplined book could take him over the Sjowall/Wahloo bar.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Noir on Norwegian snow 21 octobre 2009
Par Bryan Gilmer - Publié sur Amazon.com
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A mighty impressive novel. It interweaves the circa-2000 timeframe with a plot thread set in World War II on the Eastern Front, where many men from Norway volunteered to fight on behalf of the Nazis.

I greatly admire Nesbo's protagonist, Harry Hole, an alcoholic police investigator, yet one who doesn't seem quite like any other one we've known. He's emotionally complex and very much open to finding the right woman, and he is close friends with his female police partner, if a bit needy. I also appreciated the book's look at how Naziism held and for some still holds appeal in Norwegian culture, something I wasn't aware of. The mood of the book is pure noir, with bureaucracy and corruption just beneath the surface at every turn, frustrating our hero and the other moral characters of the book. Also, the hero's Ford Escort won't reliably start (and for some reason, he won't take it to a mechanic).

The plot is monstrously complex, and the book is more than 500 pages long, so this story is quite demanding on the reader. As the Washington Post reviewer pointed out, many of the Norwegian names sound similar, so it can be easy to get confused, especially when you haven't seen either Signe or Sindre for 50 pages. Also, the cast is massive, so there are a lot of people to remember. You may find yourself flipping back and forth a fair bit. This slows you down in getting through the story and may rob you of (or at least delay) a few ah-ha moments.

The fact that Nesbo safely lands this 747 of a plot at all is remarkable. However, he does rely on several convenient coincidences to make it all work, self-consciously so, it would seem. Check out this bit of dialogue:
"Yes, life throws up bizarre coincidences," Rakel said.
"So bizarre that you would never get away with it in fiction, anyway." (Harry said.)
"You don't know the half of it, Harry."

I think the plot got a little overgrown and would probably have benefited from being somewhat simpler. Also, the way the main plot thread resolves seems as if it would have catastrophic effects on the romantic subplot and that Harry would realize so, but we get no inkling of this.

In the end, though, this book definitely rewards your investment of money, time and intellectual energy. And I'm now primed for NEMESIS, about which I've heard so many good things.
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