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I Was Dora Suarez: Factory 4

Autor Derek Raymond
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 12 mar 2008
An axe-wielding psychopath carves young Dora Suarez into pieces and smashes the head of Suarez's friend, an elderly woman. On the same night, in the West End, a firearm blows the top off the head of Felix Roatta, part-owner of the seedy Parallel Club. The unnamed narrator, a sergeant in the Metropolitan Police's Unexplained Deaths division, develops a fixation on the young woman whose murder he investigates. And he discovers that Suarez's death is even more bizarre than suspected: the murderer ate bits of flesh from Suarez's corpse and ejaculated against her thigh. Autopsy results compound the puzzle: Suarez was dying of AIDS, but the pathologist can't tell how the virus was introduced. Then a photo, supplied by a former Parallel hostess, links Suarez to Roatta, and inquiries at the club reveal how vile and inhuman exploitation can become. I Was Dora Suarez is the fourth book in the Factory series
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781852427993
ISBN-10: 185242799X
Pagini: 208
Dimensiuni: 128 x 194 x 14 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Ediția:Main
Editura: Profile
Colecția Serpent's Tail
Locul publicării:London, United Kingdom

Notă biografică

Derek Raymond was born Robin Cook in 1931. His novels include A State of Denmark, The Crust on its Uppers, I Was Dora Suarez and How the Dead Live, which was made into a film. The son of a textile magnate, he dropped out of Eton aged sixteen and spent much of his early career among criminals and was employed at various times as a pornographer, organiser of illegal gambling, money launderer, pig-slaughterer and minicab driver. He died in London in 1994.

Recenzii

A sulphurous mixture of ferocious violence and high-flown philosophy.
A mixture of thin-lipped Chandleresque backchat and of idioms more icily subversive.
Deadbeat, downbeat but thoroughly believable, and evoked with the scary precision of a scalpel slicing through flesh... extreme, but like nothing else you'll ever read
I cannot think of another writer so obsessed with the skull beneath the skin.
Raymond writes with a stomach-churning exactness about murder, madness and mutilation.
If you think of the act of writing as a game of chicken between the author and his talent, then Derek Raymond is one author who achieves his ecstasy by sailing off cliffs. Everything about I Was Dora Suarez shrieks of the joy and pain of going too far.