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Rebus is back. Resurrection Men, the 13th DI Rebus novel, finds Ian Rankin’s doughty detective off the case. He explodes at his superior DCS Gill Templar over the increasingly frustrating murder inquiry into the savage killing of an Edinburgh art dealer and his punishment is a spell cooling his heels at the Scottish Police College in central Scotland. Rebus balks at his "retraining" but he’s not alone: he’s part of an ill-assorted group of similar officers--all with an attitude problem and a dislike of the institution they find themselves in. Given an old unsolved case to work on the group is obliged to polish up their teamwork while supervisors assess the reprobates. But some of the team have secrets not unconnected to the case they’ve been handed and Rebus finds that anything goes when it comes to keeping the past obscured. This is Rankin in top form with Rebus rejuvenated by the edgy new milieu he’s dropped into. Complicating things, the Scottish Crime Squad asks Rebus to act as a link to someone who can deliver the inside dirt on an old nemesis, gangster "Big Ger" Cafferty. In Edinburgh, Detective Sergeant Siobhan Clarke has to take over the case of the murdered art dealer and, like Rebus, finds herself getting closer to the unpleasant Mr Cafferty. Forget the miscast John Hannah in the TV movies, this is the real Rebus: gritty, idiomatic and etched in prose that wastes nae a word in its redefining of the crime novel. --Barry Forshaw
This is a 100 page free 5 day sampler of the 700 page diary of the same name brand new to kindle (APRIL, 2013), and is meant to give one a flavor of that unedited work. If you enjoy this unique work, please buy & review the 700 page version, which will add greatly to our knowledge of New York City during this incredible era, 1884-1894. This diary, discovered in 2009, chronicles life at 154 Greenwich St., New York City during one of its most colorful and important periods, from 1884-1894. Join young John T. Smith and his wealthy, close-knit Irish Catholic family as he writes every day about his incredible experiences in the most exciting city in the world. Nothing like this has ever been published before! Born in 1868 to 2nd generation Irish, Smith grew up in privileged circumstances. His father was a very successful candy merchant who by 1875 was a millionaire, with vast holdings in Manhattan and Brooklyn real estate. The young John T. began these diaries as a young man of 16, working days in his father's Cortlandt street retail candy store and jotting down his daily activities. By 1887, as his tastes mature and his perspective deepens so too do his writings, becoming much more expansive and reflective. A voracious lover of his city, sports and theater and a loner by choice, John wandered endlessly through New York and Brooklyn, daily and nightly, seeing every boxing match, baseball game, play, musical, political parade, and burlesque leg show he could. Fortunately for us all he also wrote about it all, and in the process, he opens up a world we hitherto only saw in shadows and glimpses. From the Bowery to the crowded Lower East Side, from Brooklyn to Coney Island and all corners in between, Smith saw the city transforming before his eyes, going from gas lit to electrically lit, from tenement to skyscraper, from horse car to cable car. We watch him grow from employee to boss when his father dies unexpectedly in 1890, he and his two brothers, sister and mother running the family business as best they could amidst the yearlong shock. So, while New York City is certainly the backdrop, it is by no means the only protagonist here. This is also the story of a family, a New York City Irish Catholic family- albeit a wealthy one- growing and living in the precarious 19th century. Many passages will shock you. Death was much more a part of life then, and the medical advancements we take for granted now were years away. So too were the advancements in social reform- racism was the norm then, and although John T Smith hated no one he still, like everyone else then, used words which today are inappropriate. These were the times, this was the era he lived in. I have left that in this work. Whether it is watching the very first moving picture show in a Broadway parlor in 1894, observing the 'frail sisterhood' plying their dubious trade on Elizabeth St., attending the inauguration of the Statue Of Liberty in 1886, or describing to us literally hundreds of those crazy street scenes that make New York City New York City, this book will never fail to both entertain, amuse, and astonish. His use of the slang of the period adds a further and valuable dimension. So who will this unique work, which reads like a historical novel, appeal to? People in a family, lovers of New York City and lovers of American history, first and foremost. Of course, any sports fan will find this invaluable. His anecdotal contributions to legendary sporting events he saw firsthand, particularly boxing & baseball (especially the Brooklyn Dodgers and New York Giants) are significant, and his incredible descriptions of the sights and sounds inside the 40 odd Burlesque & Vaudeville theaters of New York and Brooklyn will astonish. It is, oftentimes, as if you are swept back in time and placed right at the scene, so vivid are the details! Proceed with me now, back in time to Gilded Age New York City and the amazing world of John Thomas Smith!
Featuring a brand new introduction, read by Ian Rankin, this is the thirteenth Rebus title. Winner of the Silver Award for Best Abridgement at the 2003 Spoken Word Awards.
Feature:
Rebus is back. Resurrection Men, the 13th DI Rebus novel, finds Ian Rankin’s doughty detective off the case. He explodes at his superior DCS Gill Templar over the increasingly frustrating murder inquiry into the savage killing of an Edinburgh art dealer and his punishment is a spell cooling his heels at the Scottish Police College in central Scotland. Rebus balks at his "retraining" but he’s not alone: he’s part of an ill-assorted group of similar officers--all with an attitude problem and a dislike of the institution they find themselves in. Given an old unsolved case to work on the group is obliged to polish up their teamwork while supervisors assess the reprobates. But some of the team have secrets not unconnected to the case they’ve been handed and Rebus finds that anything goes when it comes to keeping the past obscured. This is Rankin in top form with Rebus rejuvenated by the edgy new milieu he’s dropped into. Complicating things, the Scottish Crime Squad asks Rebus to act as a link to someone who can deliver the inside dirt on an old nemesis, gangster "Big Ger" Cafferty. In Edinburgh, Detective Sergeant Siobhan Clarke has to take over the case of the murdered art dealer and, like Rebus, finds herself getting closer to the unpleasant Mr Cafferty. Forget the miscast John Hannah in the TV movies, this is the real Rebus: gritty, idiomatic and etched in prose that wastes nae a word in its redefining of the crime novel. --Barry Forshaw
Rebus is back. Resurrection Men, the 13th DI Rebus novel, finds Ian Rankin’s doughty detective off the case. He explodes at his superior DCS Gill Templar over the increasingly frustrating murder inquiry into the savage killing of an Edinburgh art dealer and his punishment is a spell cooling his heels at the Scottish Police College in central Scotland. Rebus balks at his "retraining" but he’s not alone: he’s part of an ill-assorted group of similar officers--all with an attitude problem and a dislike of the institution they find themselves in. Given an old unsolved case to work on the group is obliged to polish up their teamwork while supervisors assess the reprobates. But some of the team have secrets not unconnected to the case they’ve been handed and Rebus finds that anything goes when it comes to keeping the past obscured. This is Rankin in top form with Rebus rejuvenated by the edgy new milieu he’s dropped into. Complicating things, the Scottish Crime Squad asks Rebus to act as a link to someone who can deliver the inside dirt on an old nemesis, gangster "Big Ger" Cafferty. In Edinburgh, Detective Sergeant Siobhan Clarke has to take over the case of the murdered art dealer and, like Rebus, finds herself getting closer to the unpleasant Mr Cafferty. Forget the miscast John Hannah in the TV movies, this is the real Rebus: gritty, idiomatic and etched in prose that wastes nae a word in its redefining of the crime novel. --Barry Forshaw
This 700 page diary, discovered in 2009, chronicles life at 154 Greenwich St., New York City during one of its most colorful and important periods, from 1884-1894. Join young John T. Smith and his wealthy, close-knit Irish Catholic family as he writes every day about his incredible experiences in the most exciting city in the world. Nothing like this has ever been published before! Born in 1868 to 2nd generation Irish, Smith grew up in privileged circumstances. His father was a very successful candy merchant who by 1875 was a millionaire, with vast holdings in Manhattan and Brooklyn real estate. The young John T. began these diaries as a young man of 16, working days in his father's Cortlandt street retail candy store and jotting down his daily activities. At first his entries are short, but by 1887, as his tastes mature and his perspective deepens so too do his writings, becoming much more expansive, reflective and descriptive. A voracious lover of his city, sports and theater and a loner by choice, John wandered endlessly through New York and Brooklyn, daily and nightly, seeing every boxing match, baseball game, play, musical, political parade, and burlesque leg show he could. Fortunately for us all he also wrote about it all, and in the process, he opens up a world we hitherto only saw in shadows and glimpses. From the Bowery to the crowded Lower East Side, from Brooklyn to Coney Island and all corners in between, Smith saw Gilded Age New York City transforming before his eyes, going from gas lit to electrically lit, from tenement to skyscraper, from horse car to cable car. We watch him grow from employee to boss when his father dies unexpectedly in 1890, he and his two brothers, sister and mother running the family business as best they could amidst the yearlong shock. So, while New York City is certainly the backdrop, it is by no means the only protagonist here. This is also the story of a family, a New York City Irish Catholic family- albeit a wealthy one- growing and living in the precarious 19th century. Many passages will shock you. Death was much more a part of life then, and the medical advancements we take for granted now were years away. So too were the advancements in social reform- racism was the norm then, and although John T Smith hated no one he still, like everyone else then, used words which today are inappropriate. These were the times, this was the era he lived in. I have left that in this work. So who will this unique work, which reads like a historical novel, appeal to? People in a family, lovers of New York City and lovers of American history, first and foremost. Of course, any sports fan will find this invaluable. His anecdotal contributions to legendary sporting events he saw firsthand, particularly boxing& baseball (especially the Brooklyn Dodgers and New York Giants) are significant, and his incredible descriptions of the sights and sounds inside the 40 odd Burlesque & Vaudeville theaters of New York and Brooklyn will astonish. It is, oftentimes, as if you are swept back in time and placed right at the scene, so vivid are the details! Whether it is watching the very first moving picture show in a Broadway parlor in 1894, observing the 'frail sisterhood' plying their dubious trade on Elizabeth St., attending the inauguration of the Statue Of Liberty in 1886, or describing to us literally hundreds of those crazy street scenes that make New York New York, this book will never fail to both entertain, amuse, and astonish. His use of the slang of the period adds a further and valuable dimension. But there exists also a melancholy undercurrent to all this. John T. Smith died in 1938, a bachelor, without even making a will out for his 3 million dollar fortune. He often remarks he prefers the company of himself, and wonders aloud if he will be alone forever. He was- probably wandering the same streets he describes in these diaries, forty years earlier.