The Alienist
Winner of the Anthony Award 1995, Category Best First Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
It is 1896 in New York. Police Commissioner Roosevelt encourages the psychologist, Kreizler, to help him identify the serial killer of young male prostitutes. Together with the aid of a journalist, Moore, and the brothers Isaacson, they build a picture of the killer - and bring him to justice.
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It is 1896 in New York. Police Commissioner Roosevelt encourages the psychologist, Kreizler, to help him identify the serial killer of young male prostitutes. Together with the aid of a journalist, Moore, and the brothers Isaacson, they build a picture of the killer - and bring him to justice.
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Now back in print--this fast-paced, convincing "New York Times" bestselling thriller is set in New York City in 1896, where two men and a brave, determined woman embark on a quest that takes them into the tortured mind of a barbaric serial killer.
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CHAPTER 1January 8th, 1919
Theodore is in the ground.
The words as I write them make as little sense as did the sight of his coffin descending into a patch of sandy soil near Sagamore Hill, the place he loved more than any other on earth. As I stood there this afternoon, in the cold January wind that blew off Long Island Sound, I thought to myself: Of course it s a joke. Of course he ll burst the lid open, blind us all with that ridiculous grin and split our ears with a high-pitched bark of laughter. Then he ll exclaim that there s work to do action to get! and we ll all be martialed to the task of protecting some obscure species of newt from the ravages of a predatory industrial giant bent on planting a fetid factory on the little amphibian s breeding ground. I was not alone in such fantasies; everyone at the funeral expected something of the kind, it was plain on their faces. All reports indicate that most of the country and much of the world feel the same way. The notion of Theodore Roosevelt being gone is that unacceptable.
In truth, he d been fading for longer than anyone wanted to admit, really since his son Quentin was killed in the last days of the Great Butchery. Cecil Spring-Rice once droned, in his best British blend of affection and needling, that Roosevelt was throughout his life about six ; and Herm Hagedorn noted that after Quentin was shot out of the sky in the summer of 1918 the boy in Theodore died. I dined with Laszlo Kreizler at Delmonico s tonight, and mentioned Hagedorn s comment to him. For the remaining two courses of my meal I was treated to a long, typically passionate explanation of why Quentin s death was more than simply heartbreaking for Theodore: he had felt profound guilt, too, guilt at having so instilled his philosophy of the strenuous life in all his children that they often placed themselves deliberately in harm s way, knowing it would delight their beloved father. Grief was
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almost unbearable to Theodore, I d always known that; whenever he had to come to grips with the death of someone close, it seemed he might not survive the struggle. But it wasn t until tonight, while listening to Kreizler, that I understood the extent to which moral uncertainty was also intolerable to the twenty-sixth president, who sometimes seemed to think himself Justice personified.
Kreizler He didn t want to attend the funeral, though Edith Roosevelt would have liked him to. She has always been truly partial to the man she calls the enigma, the brilliant doctor whose studies of the human mind have disturbed so many people so profoundly over the last forty years. Kreizler wrote Edith a note explaining that he did not much like the idea of a world without Theodore, and, being as he s now sixty-four and has spent his life staring ugly realities full in the face, he thinks he ll just indulge himself and ignore the fact of his friend s passing. Edith told me today that reading Kreizler s note moved her to tears, because she realized that Theodore s boundless affection and enthusiasm which revolted so many cynics and was, I m obliged to say in the interests of journalistic integrity, sometimes difficult even for friends to tolerate had been strong enough to touch a man whose remove from most of human society seemed to almost everyone else unbridgeable.
Some of the boys from the Times wanted me to come to a memorial dinner tonight, but a quiet evening with Kreizler seemed much the more appropriate thing. It wasn t out of nostalgia for any shared boyhood in New York that we raised our glasses, because Laszlo and Theodore didn t actually meet until Harvard. No, Kreizler and I were fixing our
Kreizler He didn t want to attend the funeral, though Edith Roosevelt would have liked him to. She has always been truly partial to the man she calls the enigma, the brilliant doctor whose studies of the human mind have disturbed so many people so profoundly over the last forty years. Kreizler wrote Edith a note explaining that he did not much like the idea of a world without Theodore, and, being as he s now sixty-four and has spent his life staring ugly realities full in the face, he thinks he ll just indulge himself and ignore the fact of his friend s passing. Edith told me today that reading Kreizler s note moved her to tears, because she realized that Theodore s boundless affection and enthusiasm which revolted so many cynics and was, I m obliged to say in the interests of journalistic integrity, sometimes difficult even for friends to tolerate had been strong enough to touch a man whose remove from most of human society seemed to almost everyone else unbridgeable.
Some of the boys from the Times wanted me to come to a memorial dinner tonight, but a quiet evening with Kreizler seemed much the more appropriate thing. It wasn t out of nostalgia for any shared boyhood in New York that we raised our glasses, because Laszlo and Theodore didn t actually meet until Harvard. No, Kreizler and I were fixing our
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Autoren-Porträt von Caleb Carr
Caleb Carr is the critically acclaimed author of The Alienist, The Angel of Darkness, The Lessons of Terror, Killing Time, The Devil Soldier, The Italian Secretary, The Legend of Broken, and Surrender, New York. He has taught military history at Bard College, and worked extensively in film, television, and the theater. His military and political writings have appeared in numerous magazines and periodicals, among them The Washington Post, The New York Times, andThe Wall Street Journal. He lives in upstate New York.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Caleb Carr
- 2006, 512 Seiten, 2 Abbildungen, Maße: 13,3 x 20,4 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0812976142
- ISBN-13: 9780812976144
Sprache:
Englisch
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A first-rate tale of crime and punishment that will keep readers guessing until the final pages. Entertainment WeeklyCaleb Carr s rich period thriller takes us back to the moment in history when the modern idea of the serial killer became available to us . . . [and] tracks the efforts of a team of farsighted investigators working frantically to solve a string of hideous murders. . . . Absorbing . . . suspenseful . . . gratifying. The Detroit News
A high-spirited, charged-up and unfailingly smart thriller. Los Angeles Times
You can smell the fear in the air. The New York Times
Keeps readers turning pages well past their bedtime. San Francisco Chronicle
Engrossing. Newsweek
A ripsnorter of a plot . . . a fine dark ride. The Arizona Daily Star
[A] delicious premise . . . Its settings and characterizations are much more sophisticated than the run-of-the-mill thrillers that line the shelves in bookstores. The Washington Post Book World
The method of the hunt and the disparate team of hunters lift the tale beyond the level of a good thriller way beyond. . . . A remarkable combination of historical novel and psychological thriller. The Buffalo News
Mesmerizing. Detroit Free Press
Remarkable . . . The reader is taken on a whirlwind tour of the Gilded Age metropolis, climbing up tenement stairs, scrambling across rooftops, and witnessing midnight autopsies. . . . A breathtaking, finely crafted mystery. Richmond Times-Dispatch
Gripping, atmospheric . . . intelligent and entertaining. USA Today
Harrowing, fascinating . . . will please fans of Ragtime and The Silence of the Lambs. The Flint Journal
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