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Joël Dicker , Sam Taylor
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***
 
Copyright © 2014 by Joel Dicker

“Jesus, Marc, have you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“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.”

“Go where?”

“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 . . .”

“When? Today?”

“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.”

“What?”

“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

Your friend,

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.

 


Revue de presse

Worldwide Acclaim for The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair
 
U.S.
“I haven’t had a suspense novel surprise me like this one in a long time. Joël Dicker is a bright new star of suspense, and he proves his serious chops with this utterly thrilling, delightfully twisted, continually shocking novel. I can’t wait to read what he writes next!” —Lisa Gardner, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Fear Nothing

“A dazzling thriller—stunningly original and brilliantly plotted, down to the very last twists. It’s a murder mystery, a literary puzzle, and a love story, all ingeniously woven into a masterly novel of suspense. Joël Dicker is an enormous talent, and this book is extraordinary.” —Linda Fairstein, New York Times bestselling author of Death Angel
 
“Talk about a web of treason and danger: This one unfolds with a relentless sense of urgency and pulse-pounding escapades, entertaining at every turn. Absolutely rousing.” —Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The King’s Deception

“Planes, trains and automobiles: You’ll see people reading this book everywhere. An amazing debut and wonderful summer read from a writer to watch.” —Michael Harvey, bestselling author of The Chicago Way

“The great American crime novel . . . A breakneck thriller.” —Details

“Entertainingly pulled off . . . Enjoyable . . . It churns along at such a good clip and is rendered with such high emotion and apparent deep conviction that it’s easy to see why it was a bestseller in Europe. It’s likely to be one in this country, too.” —The Washington Post

“A wonderful, fun, and boisterous read, a book with an uncanny ability to both fascinate and amuse you. Twists and turns and oddball characters make this a rollicking bullet-train of a novel.” —Amazon.com, Best Book of the Month

“An ambitious, multilayered novel of suspense . . . This tale of fame, friendship, loyalty, and fiction versus reality moves at warp speed.” Publishers Weekly, starred review

“This sprawling, likable whodunit [is] obvious ballast for the summer’s beach totes. . . . Dicker keeps the prose simple and the pace snappy in a plot that winds up with more twists than a Twizzler. . . . [An] entertaining debut thriller.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Tantalizing . . . Compelling . . . There is a Twin Peaks–like fascination to the story of Nola Kellergan. . . . Readers are certain to be caught up in the ongoing drama of who killed Nola among the plethora of suspects.” —Booklist
 
England
“The cleverest, creepiest book you’ll read this year . . . The most talked-about French novel of the decade . . . Breathtakingly plotted . . . Addictively fast . . . It’s like Twin Peaks meets Atonement meets In Cold Blood. . . . The New England setting [is] immersively convincing. . . . Very few foreign-language novels make big waves in Anglophone countries, but this one seems genuinely likely to buck the trend.” —The Telegraph

“Spellbinding . . . a top-class literary thriller . . . It is maddeningly, deliciously impossible to guess the truth.” —The Times
 
“A phenomenon . . . A page-turner . . . Compulsively easy to read.” —The Observer
 
“With enough plot twists to fill a truck, it is a racy read. . . . Part master-and-disciple tale, part whodunnit, Mr. Dicker’s thriller is also a postmodern confabulation of timelines and stories, in the manner of Kate Atkinson’s Life After Life.” —The Economist
 
“[An] In Cold Blood–style investigation of a Twin Peaks–like town . . . A smart, immensely readable, impressively plotted page-turner [that] keeps the surprises coming right up to the closing pages. . . . An immersive, propulsive, continually wrongfooting twister of a tale, it should delight any reader who has felt bereft since finishing Gone Girl, or Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy.” —Metro

“The tale is expertly told. . . . An accomplished thriller.” —The Independent
 
“Dicker has the first-rate crime novelist’s ability to lead his readers up the garden path. . . . An excellent story.” —Sunday Express

“[It] does well . . . what all good thrillers should: it twists and turns. . . . [It] has the pleasing spryness of one of Jessica Fletcher’s outings [in Murder, She Wrote]. . . . Just like a [Harlan] Coben novel, it’s very enjoyable.” —The Guardian
 
“A scintillating, page-turning debut . . . Expertly paced . . . tautly written . . . A powerful novel about passion, jealousy, family, redemption, friendship and love, The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair is a Great American Novel—written by a European.” —The Bookseller

Australia

“Fabulous, clever stuff . . . This extraordinary thriller . . . grabs you, its characters so intriguingly flawed and pulsating that you simply can’t stop reading. . . . The real genius of this work is in its incredible construction, diving forwards and backwards with multiple storytellers.”The Australian Women’s Weekly

France
“If you dip your toes into this major novel, you’re finished: you won’t be able to keep from sprinting through to the last page. You will be manipulated, thrown off course, flabbergasted and amazed by the many twists and turns, red herrings and sudden changes of direction in this exuberant story.” —Le Journal du Dimanche
 
“A funny, intelligent, breathtaking book within a book . . . There is a real joy in discovering this extraordinary novel.” Lire

“A master stroke . . . A crime novel with not one plot line but many, full of shifting rhythms, changes of course and multiple layers that, like a Russian doll, slot together beautifully . . . In maestro form, Dicker alternates periods and genres (police reports, interviews, excerpts from novels) and explores America in all its excesses—media, literary, religious—all the while questioning the role of the literary writer.” —L’Express
 
“The success story of the literary season . . . An American thriller reminiscent of the best work of Truman Capote.” Paris-Match
 
“Dizzying, like the best American thrillers . . . Rich in subplots and twists, moving backwards and forwards in time, containing books within books.”  Le Figaro
 
Italy
“After The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair, the contemporary novel will no longer be the same. Verdict: summa cum laude. . . . A beautiful novel.” —Corriere della Sera
 
“Narrative talent is about making a work of art out of life. Dicker has got it.” —Vanity Fair
 
Germany
“A book within a book, a crime novel, a love story. Extraordinary.” —Cosmopolitan
 
“Brilliantly narrated.” —Stern
 
Switzerland
“A novel with all the ingredients of a global bestseller.” —Die Zeit
 
The Netherlands
“A story brimming with such intelligence and subtlety that you can only regret that it has to end. A novel that works on so many levels: a crime story, a love story, a comedy of manners, but equally an incisive critique of the art of the modern author.” —Elsevier
 
“A novel that calls to mind the journalistic investigations of Truman Capote, the murder plots of Donna Tartt and the romantic scandal of Nabakov’s Lolita.” —NRC NEXT
 
“Packed with action, psychological drama and . . . extraordinary suspense.” —NRC Handelsblad

“Captivating and enchanting . . . a true literary adventure.” —Algemeen Dagblad
 
“Wonderful dialogue, colorful characters, breathtaking twists and a plot that allows no pause for breath . . . Everything is perfectly woven together to create an irresistible story in which absolutely nothing is as it seems.” —Trouw
 
Spain
“Never have I felt so compelled to recommend a book this highly. . . . I was mesmerized and fascinated long after I had finished reading. . . . It has echoes of Twin Peaks and Death on the Staircase, John Grisham, Psycho, The Exorcist, and The Hotel New Hampshire by John Irving.” —La Vanguardia
 
“This book will be celebrated and studied by future writers. It is a model thriller.” —El Periódico de Catalunya
 
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 One of the best reads ever 19 mai 2014
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I read this book in English & waited months for kindle version. It was worth it. I missed my train stop on more than one occasion I was so engrossed. i literally could not put it down & even when I was not reading it I was thinking about it. Was sad when I had finished as thought it was take me much longer to read over 600 pages. Every time you think the mystery is solved something else turns up. Definitely recommend it but watch out for your train station😊
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A must 28 mai 2014
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A captivating style and story which keeps surprising you to the end. A main character that grows into a wonderful man as he learns about writing, friendship and love. A wonderful read.
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 Run! (Away!!!) 26 juin 2014
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OH MY GOD IT'S SO BAD

Spare yourselves; do not buy this book. It was almost physically painful to finish. If this is the yardstick by which we measure books these days, I'll just lock myself into past centuries and NEVER COME OUT. What on earth caused this book to receive such acclaim???

So, just to get it out of the way, the construction kind of stands, although I'd have to think about even that. It's a little grotesquely baroque, with everyone seemingly having had a hand in the murder that 'fateful day', but ok for now.

But the rest.... In no particular order, and with plenty of spoilers, probably - it's not as if I care

- writers are NOT interesting main characters, and this one in particular takes the cherry; self-absorbed, vain, narcissistic, with every suddenly sycophantic character telling him how wonderful, talented, smart, 'Magnificent' (sic!!!) he is - and that goes for the OTHER writer in the book, Harry Québert, whose 15-year old lover seemed to have been put on this earth only to fawn over, praise and massage his ego. The main character 'wants to be a writer more than anything else in the world' and there is much inane talk/Hallmark life lessons about writing.... Ok, but writing what??? What was his 'fabulous first book' all about anyway?? He reminds me of kids who want to be rock star for the fame and never think for a second about the music - It's all about the packaging with Marcus Goldman - oh and let's not forget the crowds of New Yorkers who mob him with questions - actors, maybe, even though New Yorkers are WAY TOO COOL to crowd celebrities thank you very much, but WRITERS?? How many would you even recognize???
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 Hey, it won big literary prizes in France! (Where they think Jerry Lewis is a genius) 7 juin 2014
Par Maine Colonial - Publié sur Amazon.com
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I have just two problems with this book: (1) the ludicrous and lurid plot, and (2) the stunningly amateurish writing. It was painful, but I read every bit of the book, mostly because I just couldn't believe this could be the same book that has been such a huge best-seller abroad. I figured it had to transform itself into something great, but if anything, it just got worse with each passing page.

I'll keep the plot summary brief, since you can read that just about anywhere. The protagonist, Marcus Goldman, is a young writer who hit it big with his first novel and is now hopelessly blocked. Under tremendous pressure from his agent and rapacious publisher, he flees to the seaside town of Somerset, New Hampshire, to get help from his college mentor, the literary lion Harry Quebert.

Shortly after Marcus's visit, Harry is arrested for the murder of a teenage girl, Nola Kellergan, who had disappeared over 30 years earlier and whose body has just been found buried under Harry's lawn, along with the original manuscript of Harry's most famous novel, The Origin of Evil. Marcus decides he must investigate to clear Harry, and submits to his publisher's pressure to write a book about what is being called the Harry Quebert Affair.

First of all, it's downright creepy that the then 34-year-old Harry had a love affair with a 15-year-old girl. And he's not the only grown man in town to have a thing for Nola. We have to read a lot about these age-inappropriate passions, but at least there is a little comedy value in that reading, with deathless prose like this:

"As soon as he saw her, he felt his heart explode. He missed her so much. As soon as she saw him, she felt her heart explode. She had to speak to him."

Unfortunately, those exploding hearts were not fatal. Harry and Nola continue to play their parts in Somerset, a burg whose citizens behave like cartoon versions of that old-time celebration of small-town sin, Peyton Place. There are shrewish wives, henpecked husbands, tongue-tied swains, gossipy diner denizens, a hideously-scarred chauffeur with a speech impediment. (And, yes, his dialog is presented with the impediment: "Pleave excuve me, Mifter Quebert. I didn't mean to fcare you. But Miftern Ftern defperately wantf to fee you.") But most of all, there are people with deep dark secrets.

If this description makes the book sound kind of fun, in a campy, soap-opera-ish way, I apologize. It isn't. None of the characters seem to have emotionally progressed beyond Nola's age--which doesn't make all the men lusting after her any more appropriate. The writing manages to be both purple and uninspired. I think it's because when the author writes with constant literal and figurative exclamation points, hyperbole and overblown description, the reader soon becomes dulled to it. Also, Dicker's writing is clichéd and he repeats himself--repeatedly! A good couple of hundred pages could have been edited out of this thing. It would still be bad, but at least there'd be less of it.

At last, in the final one-third or so of the book, we learn what happened to Nola that summer of 1975. Or do we? Over and over, the mystery appears to reach a resolution, but then we find out that the resolution was wrong. You soon learn that when the police investigator exclaims something like "we've got it this time!" it's another red herring. Clearly not a believer in the less-is-more approach, Dicker pulls a few other rabbits out of his hat (in addition to the mystery of Nola), but each trick is about as impressive as a nine-year-old learning to be a magician.

Before I posted this review, I decided to try to find out why some people thought this was a great book. I found a few print reviewers who talked about what a terrific satire this is of the publishing industry and how interesting it is as a piece of metafiction--because it's a writer (Joël Dicker) writing about a writer (Marcus Goldman) writing about a writer (Harry Quebert). I also noticed that a disproportionate number of the favorable print reviews seem to have been written by fellow authors. Over time, I've learned to be leery of those. Too often, authors feel obligations to agents, publishers or others they may have in common with the author of the book being reviewed. And authors quite often have very different priorities from readers. In any case, to me, the real satire of the publishing business is that this novel was published at all. And as for metafiction, well, no matter how "meta" this might be, that bit of writerly cleverness can't elevate the terrible writing and plotting into something that serves the reader well.

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair 30 avril 2014
Par S Riaz - Publié sur Amazon.com
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Described as a literary thriller, this novel has been making a lot of noise in the publishing industry. Translated into over 32 languages, the winner of three major literary awards in France and a massive success in Europe, it has now arrived in English for us to judge. To be honest, I am less interested in whether this huge book is worthy of all the plaudits heaped upon it and more about whether or not it is a good read. Ignore all the comparisons to Roth, et al, and think of this as more in the tradition of Donna Tartt or Marisha Pessl - it is, essentially, a great crime novel which is more character driven than the usual.

Marcus Goldman is a young author who has the world at his feet. He has a major success with his debut novel and has been enjoying life on the proceeds of that sudden fame. Now, his star is waning and his agent and publisher are clamouring for that, oh so difficult, second book... What Goldman cannot admit to is that he has the ‘writers’ disease’ and his inability to even start his second novel, let alone finish it, causes him to contact his writing mentor – respected author and professor Harry Quebert. Harry Quebert is famous for his most successful novel, “The Origin of Evil,” and has treated Goldman like a son. Even now, although his young protégée has not even contacted him since his bestseller made him famous, he immediately takes Goldman’s concerns seriously and invites him to his beachside house, Goose Cove, in the little town of Somerset. Goldman sets off to recuperate and , hopefully, begin writing again. However, while he is there, he makes a disturbing discovery; many years before, in 1975, Quebert was romantically involved with a fifteen year old girl called Nola Kellergan who disappeared one day, and whose return Quebert has never stopped waiting for. Back in New York, shortly afterwards, the remains of Nola Kellergan are discovered in the grounds of Goose Cove and Harry Quebert is arrested for murder. Immediately, Goldman rushes to his aid and begins to investigate what really happened thirty three years before.

Under pressure to deliver his second book, what eventually happens is that Goldman’s investigation becomes his latest literary offering. This is a clever plot device, allowing the author to delve into the past and use flashbacks, while keeping the storyline on track. This is no easy matter and this book seriously has a lot of twists and turns, plot surprises and, by the end, you are hard pushed to keep track of what really happened. However, as the storyline is set in a small town, there are a limited number of suspects and, wonderfully for a novel of this sort, they all have really viable motives, so you cannot easily guess who was responsible.

The most elusive character of all is Nola herself. Daughter of the local pastor, she is certainly a girl who tends to provoke extreme reactions in people. Labelled by Goldman’s publisher as, “the girl who touched the heart of America,” she begins the book as the sweet schoolgirl who bewitches an author and inspires him to write his greatest work, but eventually we learn that things are not as straightforward as we first thought. As Goldman begins to strip away the layers of events surrounding her disappearance, he finds himself in danger. Someone in Somerset is still threatened by the events of the past and will do anything to stop him publishing his book. Even if he is allowed to write it, will it be enough to save Harry’s reputation and his own, floundering career as an author?

This is a really enjoyable mystery and I think it should be viewed as such. Forget the hype and all the comparisons and simply enjoy the book for what it is. An interesting, intelligent and well written novel, peopled by a fascinating cast of characters – from the pastor who hides in his garage blaring out music, to the disenchanted waitress at the local diner, the henpecked husband whose wife (owner of the diner) is unbearable to the point where you wonder why nobody actually murdered her instead, the librarian who longs for fame and the wonderful Sergeant Gahalowood who joins Goldman on his mission for the truth. You will probably not be able to guess the ending, but it’s a wonderfully enjoyable ride and I can easily see why this book has been such a media sensation.

Lastly, I received a copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, for review.
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 Dreadful prose. Don't get the hype. 1 juin 2014
Par Tracy S S - Publié sur Amazon.com
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I pre-ordered this book, based on the hype. And I enjoy a good mystery, even if it's campy. But this one is so over-the-top awful, with dialogue so wooden and unbelievable -- I confess I couldn't finish it. Lots of coincidental phone calls, and "Oh Gods!" and "oh no it mustn't be"s!

Marcus the protagonist is something out of the DSM manual on narcissism and grandiosity. He's followed by his adoring fans! He can't go anywhere without being recognized! (Does this happen to any American author, anywhere, with maybe the exception of Stephen King?) He was Marcus the Magnificent in high school and the smartest, best student Harry Quebert ever had!

Over the top, earnestly bad dialogue aside, you'll have to accept a 34 year old Quebert having an affair with a 15 year old as normal and not pedophilia. It's okay, because it's TRUE LOVE and the Puritanical New Englanders just don't Understand. (But they're hypocrites! With secrets all their own!)

I wanted to push through even if it was just a good summer beach read, guilty pleasure thing to discover why someone buried Nola in the hydrangeas. But I'll never know...

I couldn't get past the awful writing.
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 Badly written with ridiculous characters and stunningly cringe-worthy dialogue 3 mai 2014
Par Gerard Culhane - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Format Kindle|Achat vérifié
This is the second over hyped piece of trash I have read in a row. The other was The Art of Fielding which I have to admit though it was massively overhyped was at least readable. This was just plain terrible!

The passages at the beginning about the writer writing the book served no purpose at all except to try to add some pretentious 'cred' to the book. They failed miserably and should have been cut. The whole literary device of a book within a book thing was overdone and added noting at all to the plot at all.

The Twin Peaks comparisons are fair enough in that it's all about a bunch of creepily wholesome people in a small town that turn out to have secrets etc but David Lynch is capable of bringing real terror to those scenarios but Dicker isn't.
Supposedly it has elements of humor. I found them cringe-worthy. I did laugh but not at the flimsy stereotypes and childish dialogue that was meant to be humorous. Instead I laughed at the ridiculous and blatant plot errors - and there were many of them. Just one example at the very begining. The main character turns up at the house of Harry Quebert and can't get in because he is locked out. Two sentences later he fishes in his pocket and brings out the keys. Did the editor even read the book?

Terrible, really just terrible.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Literary Gem? I think not. 12 juin 2014
Par Terry Rusinow - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format:Format Kindle
As with several other reviewers I kept reading thinking it would get better--both the story and the writing, both of which seemed amateur at best. I can't imagine this book winning anything. I kept thinking perhaps it's not being translated well, or I was nuts. In any case, if I saw one more exclamation point at the end of an adolescent sentence, I was going to stop, and stop I did. This is a really bad story and bad book and to compare it to Stieg Larsson as one of the reviewers did, is an insult. I can't imagine how this book got to any best lists or received the reviews it did. Very disappointed, but in all honesty, I couldn't read more than 200 pages, and that was enough. Or as he would say "that was enough!"
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