The Last Time I Lied
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
From the author of Survive the Night and Final Girls comes a tense and twisty thriller about a summer camp that s impossible to forget no matter how hard you try.
Two...
From the author of Survive the Night and Final Girls comes a tense and twisty thriller about a summer camp that s impossible to forget no matter how hard you try.
Two...
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THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERFrom the author of Survive the Night and Final Girls comes a tense and twisty thriller about a summer camp that s impossible to forget no matter how hard you try.
Two Truths and a Lie. Vivian, Natalie, Allison, and Emma played it all the time in their cabin at Camp Nightingale. But the games ended the night Emma sleepily watched the others sneak out into the darkness. The last she or anyone saw of the teenagers was Vivian closing the cabin door behind her, hushing Emma with a finger pressed to her lips....
Fifteen years later, Emma is a rising star in the New York art scene, turning her past into paintings massive canvases filled with dark leaves and gnarled branches over ghostly shapes in white dresses. When the paintings catch the attention of the wealthy owner of Camp Nightingale, she implores Emma to come back to the newly reopened camp as a painting instructor.
Despite her guilt and anxiety or maybe because of them Emma agrees to revisit her past. Nightingale looks the same as it did all those years ago, haunted by a midnight-dark lake and familiar faces. Emma is even assigned to the same cabin she slept in as a teenager, although the security camera pointed at her door is a disturbing new addition.
As cryptic clues about the camp's origins begin to surface, Emma attempts to find out what really happened to her friends. But her closure could come at a deadly price.
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1I paint the girls in the same order.
Vivian first.
Then Natalie.
Allison is last, even though she was first to leave the cabin and therefore technically the first to disappear.
My paintings are typically large. Massive, really. As big as a barn door, Randall likes to say. Yet the girls are always small. Inconsequential marks on a canvas that's alarmingly wide.
Their arrival heralds the second stage of a painting, after I've laid down a background of earth and sky in hues with appropriately dark names. Spider black. Shadow gray. Blood red.
And midnight blue, of course. In my paintings, there's always a bit of midnight.
Then come the girls, sometimes clustered together, sometimes scattered to far-flung corners of the canvas. I put them in white dresses that flare at the hems, as if they're running from something. They're usually turned so all that can be seen of them is their hair trailing behind them as they flee. On the rare occasions when I do paint a glimpse of their faces, it's only the slimmest of profiles, nothing more than a single curved brushstroke.
I create the woods last, using a putty knife to slather paint onto the canvas in wide, unwieldy strokes. This process can take days, even weeks, me slightly dizzy from fumes as I glob on more paint, layer upon layer, keeping it thick.
I've heard Randall boast to potential buyers that my surfaces are like Van Gogh's, with paint cresting as high as an inch off the canvas. I prefer to think I paint like nature, where true smoothness is a myth, especially in the woods. The chipped ridges of tree bark. The speckle of moss on rock. Several autumns' worth of leaves coating the ground. That's the nature I try to capture with my scrapes and bumps and whorls of paint.
So I add more and more, each wall-size canvas slowly succumbing to the forest of my imagination. Thick. Forbidding. Crowded with danger. The trees loom, dark and menacing. Vines don't creep so much as coil, their loops
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tightening into choke holds. Underbrush covers the forest floor. Leaves blot out the sky.
I paint until there's not a bare patch left on the canvas and the girls have been consumed by the forest, buried among the trees and vines and leaves, rendered invisible. Only then do I know a painting is finished, using the tip of a brush handle to swirl my name into the lower right-hand corner.
Emma Davis.
That same name, in that same borderline-illegible script, now graces a wall of the gallery, greeting visitors as they pass through the hulking sliding doors of this former warehouse in the Meatpacking District. Every other wall is filled with paintings. My paintings. Twenty-seven of them.
My first gallery show.
Randall has gone all out for the opening party, turning the place into a sort of urban forest. There are rust-colored walls and birch trees cut from a forest in New Jersey arranged in tasteful clumps. Ethereal house music throbs discreetly in the background. The lighting suggests October even though it's a week until St. Patrick's Day and outside the streets are piled with dirty slush.
The gallery is packed, though. I'll give Randall that. Collectors, critics, and lookyloos elbow for space in front of the canvases, champagne glasses in hand, reaching every so often for the mushroom-and-goat-cheese croquettes that float by. Already I've been introduced to dozens of people whose names I've instantly forgotten. People of importance. Important enough for Randall to whisper who they are in my ear as I shake their hands.
"From the Times," he says of a woman dressed head to toe in shades of purple. Of a man in an impeccably tailored suit and bright red sneakers, he simply whispers, "Christie's."
"Very impressive work," Mr. Christie's says, giving me a crooked smile. "They're so bold."
There's surprise in his voice, as if women are somehow incapable of boldness. Or maybe his
I paint until there's not a bare patch left on the canvas and the girls have been consumed by the forest, buried among the trees and vines and leaves, rendered invisible. Only then do I know a painting is finished, using the tip of a brush handle to swirl my name into the lower right-hand corner.
Emma Davis.
That same name, in that same borderline-illegible script, now graces a wall of the gallery, greeting visitors as they pass through the hulking sliding doors of this former warehouse in the Meatpacking District. Every other wall is filled with paintings. My paintings. Twenty-seven of them.
My first gallery show.
Randall has gone all out for the opening party, turning the place into a sort of urban forest. There are rust-colored walls and birch trees cut from a forest in New Jersey arranged in tasteful clumps. Ethereal house music throbs discreetly in the background. The lighting suggests October even though it's a week until St. Patrick's Day and outside the streets are piled with dirty slush.
The gallery is packed, though. I'll give Randall that. Collectors, critics, and lookyloos elbow for space in front of the canvases, champagne glasses in hand, reaching every so often for the mushroom-and-goat-cheese croquettes that float by. Already I've been introduced to dozens of people whose names I've instantly forgotten. People of importance. Important enough for Randall to whisper who they are in my ear as I shake their hands.
"From the Times," he says of a woman dressed head to toe in shades of purple. Of a man in an impeccably tailored suit and bright red sneakers, he simply whispers, "Christie's."
"Very impressive work," Mr. Christie's says, giving me a crooked smile. "They're so bold."
There's surprise in his voice, as if women are somehow incapable of boldness. Or maybe his
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Autoren-Porträt von Riley Sager
Riley Sager is the New York Times bestselling author of six novels, most recently Home Before Dark and Survive the Night. A native of Pennsylvania, he now lives in Princeton, New Jersey.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Riley Sager
- 2019, 400 Seiten, Maße: 14 x 21 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 1524743097
- ISBN-13: 9781524743093
- Erscheinungsdatum: 06.01.2020
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for The Last Time I LiedThe author delivers the kind of unpredictable conclusion that all thriller readers crave utterly shocking yet craftily foreshadowed. The New York Times Book Review
Sager s second thriller is as tense and twisty as [his] bestselling Final Girls (2017), but this one is even more polished, with gut-wrenching plot surprises skillfully camouflaged by Emma s paranoia and confusion, the increasingly creepy setting, and a cast of intriguingly secretive characters. Booklist (starred review)
Breathtaking brightly written, scalpel-sharp, and altogether inspired. This swift, red-blooded thriller set my pulse thrumming. A. J. Finn, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Woman in the Window
"Sleekly written and involving . . . [The ending is] a startling, film-noir turn of fate." The Wall Street Journal
Another gripping thriller . . . intricately interweaves the past and present. . . . Sager remains a writer to watch. Publishers Weekly
An edge-of-your-seat thriller full of twists and intrigue, The Last Time I Lied had me riveted from the first page to the stunning conclusion. A fantastic read eerie, sharp, and all-around captivating. Megan Miranda, New York Times bestselling author of The Perfect Stranger
A haunted summer camp. A lake darker than midnight. This chilling tale will keep you awake long after you ve turned the last page. Liv Constantine, national bestselling author of The Last Mrs. Parrish
Gripping and intense. Riley Sager paved his literary road with Final Girls. With The Last Time I Lied he tears up the pavement. One of my favorites of 2018 so far. J. D. Barker, international bestselling author of The Fourth Monkey and The Fifth to Die
Final Girls was outstanding, but dare I say it, The Last Time I Lied is a next-level thriller. Crisp writing, perfect pacing, and with tension that never lets up, Riley Sager s latest propulsive tale is a one-weekend
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read that will leave you chilled to the bone. Jennifer Hillier, author of Jar of Hearts
No review will do this book justice. The author has done a fantastic job creating a tale that leaves you breathless. If not a fan yet, read this and you will be one for life! Suspense Magazine
Read under the covers with the flashlight on. Family Circle
A heart-pounding mystery. Bustle
"[The Last Time I Lied] might just be the perfect summer book. Providence Journal
Need a good mystery to tide you over while you wait for season two of Big Little Lies? Apartment Therapy
If you liked Final Girls, you will love Sager s latest novel, which is a touch better and nearly impossible to put down. . . . Even veteran readers of psychological suspense will be blindsided by the jarring conclusion. The Real Book Spy
Nothing short of spectacular . . . Sublime writing . . . and through a deliciously satisfying ending, [Riley] answers each question. Star-Ledger (Newark)
Riley Sager has done it again! The Last Time I Lied hooks you in from the opening words and never releases you until the stunning conclusion. It s an ideal summer read that allows you to participate in the action and try to determine what is true and what is a lie in the face of one of the most clever and unpredictable narrators in recent memory. Bookreporter.com
"Sager strikes a pitch-perfect balance between horror elements and a lighter suspense plotline in his newest book, and the result is an endlessly entertaining summer binge-read. Pick up The Last Time I Lied for its gorgeous cover, stay for its addictive and twisty story of years-old secrets and a summer vacation gone very wrong." Crime by the Book
Promises to be just as good [as Final Girls] for the beach (and even better for the edge of a lake). CrimeReads
The Last Time I Lied has all the earmarks of a campy Friday the 13th-type horror flick, but Sager elevates the story with a strong lead character and a grounded, realistic threat. BookPage
This story has so many twists and turns, the reader will be shocked by the truth of what really happened. The Parkersburg News and Sentinel
The Last Time I Lied . . . is every bit as riveting as Final Girls. The Big Thrill
The summer camp setting is beautifully haunting. Woman Around Town
No review will do this book justice. The author has done a fantastic job creating a tale that leaves you breathless. If not a fan yet, read this and you will be one for life! Suspense Magazine
Read under the covers with the flashlight on. Family Circle
A heart-pounding mystery. Bustle
"[The Last Time I Lied] might just be the perfect summer book. Providence Journal
Need a good mystery to tide you over while you wait for season two of Big Little Lies? Apartment Therapy
If you liked Final Girls, you will love Sager s latest novel, which is a touch better and nearly impossible to put down. . . . Even veteran readers of psychological suspense will be blindsided by the jarring conclusion. The Real Book Spy
Nothing short of spectacular . . . Sublime writing . . . and through a deliciously satisfying ending, [Riley] answers each question. Star-Ledger (Newark)
Riley Sager has done it again! The Last Time I Lied hooks you in from the opening words and never releases you until the stunning conclusion. It s an ideal summer read that allows you to participate in the action and try to determine what is true and what is a lie in the face of one of the most clever and unpredictable narrators in recent memory. Bookreporter.com
"Sager strikes a pitch-perfect balance between horror elements and a lighter suspense plotline in his newest book, and the result is an endlessly entertaining summer binge-read. Pick up The Last Time I Lied for its gorgeous cover, stay for its addictive and twisty story of years-old secrets and a summer vacation gone very wrong." Crime by the Book
Promises to be just as good [as Final Girls] for the beach (and even better for the edge of a lake). CrimeReads
The Last Time I Lied has all the earmarks of a campy Friday the 13th-type horror flick, but Sager elevates the story with a strong lead character and a grounded, realistic threat. BookPage
This story has so many twists and turns, the reader will be shocked by the truth of what really happened. The Parkersburg News and Sentinel
The Last Time I Lied . . . is every bit as riveting as Final Girls. The Big Thrill
The summer camp setting is beautifully haunting. Woman Around Town
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