Cantitate/Preț
Produs
Total produse
Vezi coșul
To Say Nothing of the Dog: Or How We Found the Bishop's Bird Stump at Last de Connie Willis

To Say Nothing of the Dog: Or How We Found the Bishop's Bird Stump at Last

Autor Connie Willis
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 30 noi 1998 – vârsta de la 14 până la 18 ani

Vezi toate premiile Carte premiată

Alex Awards (1998), Hugo Award (1999), Locus Awards (1999)
From Connie Willis, winner of multiple Hugo and Nebula Awards, comes a comedic romp through an unpredictable world of mystery, love, and time travel...

Ned Henry is badly in need of a rest.  He's been shuttling between the 21st century and the 1940s searching for a Victorian atrocity called the bishop's bird stump.  It's part of a project to restore the famed Coventry Cathedral, destroyed in a Nazi air raid over a hundred years earlier.  

But then Verity Kindle, a fellow time traveler, inadvertently brings back something from the past.  Now Ned must jump back to the Victorian era to help Verity put things right--not only to save the project but to prevent altering history itself.  
Citește tot Restrânge

Toate formatele și edițiile

Toate formatele și edițiile Preț Express
Paperback (4) 5698 lei  22-36 zile
  Bantam Books – 30 noi 1998 5698 lei  22-36 zile
  Orion Publishing Group – 8 mai 2013 6421 lei  22-36 zile
  Orion Publishing Group – 24 aug 2023 6461 lei  22-36 zile +3430 lei  5-11 zile
  Random House Worlds – 30 oct 2023 10944 lei  22-36 zile

Preț: 5698 lei

Nou

Puncte Express: 85
Preț estimativ în valută:
1090€ • 1133$ • 906£

Carte disponibilă

Livrare economică 13-27 ianuarie 25

 Adaugă în coș

Wish list
Gift list
Am citit!
Adaugă în listă
Preluare comenzi: 021 569.72.76

Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780553575385
ISBN-10: 0553575384
Pagini: 512
Dimensiuni: 106 x 175 x 28 mm
Greutate: 0.24 kg
Editura: Bantam Books
Locul publicării:New York, NY

Recenzii

"The most hilarious book of its kind since John Irving's The Water-Method Man and A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole."
--Des Moines Sunday Register

"An utter delight.  Ms.  Willis's unique, engaging voice will carry you off to a place where chaos theory makes perfect sense, time travel is a REASONABLE mode of transport, and safeguarding the fate of humanity is a respectable day job."
--Amanda Quick

"Willis effortlessly juggles comedy of manners, chaos theory and a wide range of literary allusions [with a] near flawlessness of plot, character and prose."
--Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"I have long thought that Jerome K. Jerome's Three Men In A Boat is one of the highest points of Inimitable British Humor.  I chuckle; I gurgle; I know those three men--to say nothing of the dog.  And now I am convinced there was a woman concealed in that boat, too: Connie Willis."
--Laurie R. King

Notă biografică

Connie Willis has won six Nebula and Six Hugo Awards (more than any other science fiction writer) and the John W. Campbell Memorial Award for her first novel, Lincoln's Dreams.  Her novel Doomsday Book won both the Nebula and Hugo Awards, and her first short-story collection, Fire Watch, was a New York Times Notable Book.  Her other works include Bellwether, Impossible Things, Remake, and Uncharted Territory.  Ms.  Willis lives in Greeley, Colorado, with her family.

Extras

"We must join hands," the Count said to Tossie, taking her hand in his.  "Like this...."

"Yes, yes, we must all join hands," Mrs. Mering said.  "Why, Madame Iritosky!"

Madame Iritosky was standing in the doorway, draped in a flowing purple robe with wide sleeves.  "I have been summoned by the spirits to serve as your guide this evening in the parting of the veil."  She touched the back of her hand to her forehead.  "It is my duty, no matter what the cost to me."

"How wonderful!"  Mrs.  Mering said.  "Do come sit down.  Baine, pull up a chair for Madame Iritosky."

"No, no," Madame Iritosky said, indicating Professor Peddick's chair.  "It is here that the teleplasmic vibrations converge."  Professor Peddick obligingly changed chairs.

At least she hadn't sat down next to Verity, but she was next to Count de Vecchio, which meant she'd have one hand free.  And next to me, which meant I was going to have an even harder time lifting tables.

"There is too much light," she said.  "There must be dark--"  She looked round the parlor.  "Where is my cabinet?"

"Yes, Baine," Mrs.  Mering said.  "I told you to put it in here."

"Yes, madam," he said bowing.  "One of the doors was broken, so that it would not lock properly, and I removed it to the kitchen for repairs.  I have repaired it.  Would you like me to bring it in now?"

"No!"  Madame Iritosky said.  "That will not be necessary."

"As you wish," Baine said.

"I feel that there will not be manifestations tonight," she said.  "The spirits wish to speak to us only.  Join hands," she ordered, draping her voluminous purple sleeves over the table.

I grabbed her right hand and grasped it firmly.

"No!" she said, wrenching it away.  "Lightly."

"So sorry," I said.  "I'm new at this sort of thing."

She laid her hand back in mine.  "Baine, turn down the lights," she said.  "The spirits can only come to us in candlelight.  Bring a candle.  Here."  She indicated a flower-stand near her elbow.

Baine lit the candle and turned the lights down.

"Do not turn the lights up on any account," she ordered.  "Or attempt to touch the spirits or the medium.  It could be dangerous."

Tossie giggled, and Madame Iritosky began to cough.  Her hand let go of mine.  I took the opportunity to extend the wires from my wrists and hook them under the table.

"I beg your pardon.  My throat," Madame Iritosky said, and slipped her hand in mine again.  And if Baine had turned up the lights, it would have been dangerous, all right.  I would have bet anything it would have revealed Count de Vecchio's hand in mine.  Not to mention my own hanky-panky.

There was a faint rustling on my right.  Verity, moving her garter into position.

"I've never been at a seance before," I said loudly to cover it.  "We shan't hear bad news, shall we?"

"The spirits speak as they will," Madame Iritosky said.

"Isn't this exciting?"  Mrs.  Mering said.

"Silence," Madame Iritosky said in a sepulchral tone.  "Spirits, we call you from the Other Side.  Come to us and tell us of our fate."

The candle blew out.

Mrs.  Mering screamed.

"Silence," Madame Iritosky said.  "They are coming."

There was a long pause during which several people coughed, and then Verity kicked me on the shin.  I let go of her hand and reached onto my lap, and lifted the lid off the basket.

"I felt something," Verity said, which wasn't true, because Princess Arjumand was brushing against my legs.

"I felt it, too," the Reverend Mr. Arbitage said after a moment.  "It was like a cold wind."

"Oh!"  Tossie said.  "I felt it just now."

"Is there a spirit there?"  Madame Iritosky said, and I leaned forward and lifted up with my wrists.

Amazingly, the table actually moved.  Only a little, but enough to make Tossie and Mrs.  Mering both give their little screamlets and Terence to exclaim, "I say!"

"If you are there, spirit," Madame Iritosky said, sounding irritated, "speak to us.  Rap once for yes, twice for no.  Are you a friendly spirit?"

I held my breath.

Clack went the sugared violets box, and restored my faith in mystery novels.

"Are you Gitcheewatha?"  Madame Iritosky asked.

"That's her spirit control," Mrs.  Mering explained.  "He's a Red Indian chief."

Clack, clack.

"Are you the spirit that I saw the other night?"  Mrs.  Mering said.

Clack.

"I knew it," Mrs.  Mering said.

"Who are you?"  Madame Iritosky said coldly.

There was a silence.  "She wants us to use the alphabet," Verity said, and even in the dark I could sense Madame Iritosky glaring at her.

"Do you wish to communicate by means of the alphabet?"  Mrs.  Mering said excitedly.

Clack.  And then a second clack, a different sound, like someone cracking a knuckle.

"You don't wish to communicate by alphabet?"  Mrs.  Mering said, confusedly.

Clack, and a sharp kick on the shins.

"She does," I said hastily.  "A B C--"

Clack.

"C," Tossie said.  "O, Madame Iritosky, you told me to beware of the sea."

"What else?"  Mrs.  Mering said.  "Do go on, Mr. Henry."

Not while there was a foot loose in here.  I slid forward in my chair, stretching my left leg till it touched Madame Iritosky's skirt and pressed my foot hard against hers.  "ABCDEFGHIJK," I said rapidly, my foot held tight against hers, "LMNO--"

Clack.

She pulled her leg back, and I wondered what would happen if I clamped my hand down hard on her knee.

It was too late.  "ABCD--" Mrs.  Mering said, and the rapping sounded again.

"COD?"  Mrs.  Mering said.

"Cod," Professor Peddick said.  "Gaddus callerias, of which the most interesting variety is the Welsh whiting."

"'Will you walk a little faster,'" Terence quoted, "'said a whiting to a--'"

"Cod, coddle, cody," the Reverend Mr. Arbitage said.  "Are you the ghost of Buffalo Bill Cody?"

"No!"  I shouted before anyone could rap an answer.  "l know what it is.  It's not a C, it's a G.  C and G look nearly alike," I said, hoping no one would notice the letters had been spoken, not written, and that they were nowhere near each other in the called-out alphabet.  "G-O-D.  She's trying to spell Godiva.  Are you the spirit of Lady Godiva?"

A very decisive clack and we were, thankfully, back on track.

"Lady Godiva?"  Mrs.  Mering said uncertainly.

Tossie said, "Is she the one who rode a horse without any--?"

"Tossie!"  Mrs.  Mering said.

"Lady Godiva was a very holy woman," Verity said.  "She had only her people's best interests at heart.  Her message must be very urgent."

"Yes," I said, pressing hard against Madame Iritosky's leg.  "What are you trying to tell us, Lady Godiva?  ABC--"

Clack.

I rattled through the alphabet again, determined not to leave any spaces this time for Madame Iritosky to insert a rap.  "ABCDEFGHIJK--"

I made it as far as M.  There was a sharp rap, like a very annoyed toe being cracked.  I ignored it and pressed on to O, but to no avail.

"M," Mrs.  Mering said.  "CM."

"What sort of word begins with CM?"  Terence said.

"Could she be saying 'come'?"  Tossie said.

"Yes, of course," Mrs.  Mering said.  "But where does she wish us to come?  ABC--" and Verity clacked on cue, but I didn't see what good it was going to do us.  We'd never make it to "o," let alone "v."

"A--" Mrs.  Mering said.

I stamped down hard on Madame Iritosky's foot, but it was too late.  Rap.  There was no mistaking the fury behind the rap this time.  It sounded like she'd broken a toe.

"C-A--" Mrs.  Mering said.

"Cat," Madame Iritosky pronounced.  "The spirit is trying to communicate news of Miss Mering's cat."  Her voice abruptly changed.  "I bring you word of Princess Arjumand," she said in a low husky growl.  "She is here with us on the Other Side--"

"Princess Arjumand?"  On the Other Side?"  Tossie said.  "But she can't be!  She--"

"Do not grieve that she has passed over.  She is happy here."

Princess Arjumand chose this moment to jump onto the table, scaring everyone and startling Tossie into a screamlet.

"O Princess Arjumand!"  Tossie said happily.  "I knew you hadn't passed over.  Why did the spirit say she had, Madame Iritosky?"

I didn't wait for her to come up with an answer.  "The message was not cat.  C-A--What are you trying to say to us, spirit?"  and rattled off the alphabet as fast as I could.  "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTW--"

Verity clacked, and Tossie said, "C-A-V?  What does that spell?  Cave?  She wishes us to come to a cave?"

"Cahv?"  I said helpfully.  "Cuhv?"

"Coventry," Mrs.  Mering said, and I could have kissed her.  "Spirit, do you wish us to come to Coventry?"

A fervent clack.

"Where in Coventry?"  I said, put my full weight on Madame Iritosky's shoe, and started through the alphabet at a gallop.

Verity wisely decided not to try for Saint.  She clacked on M, I, and C, and, not sure how long I was going to be able to hold Madame Iritosky down, I said, "St. Michael's," got a clack of confirmation, asked, "Do you wish us to come to St. Michael's Church?"  another clack and withdrew my feet.

"St. Michael's Church," Mrs.  Mering said.  "Oh, Madame Iritosky, we must go first thing tomorrow morning--"

"Silence," Madame Iritosky said, "I sense a malicious spirit here," and I groped wildly for her foot with mine.

"Are you a wicked spirit?"  she said.

Rap.

I waited for Verity to clack a second time, but there was nothing but a frantic rustling.  She must have moved the sugared violets box back up above her knee.

"Are you being controlled by an unbeliever?"  Madame Iritosky asked.

Rap.

"Baine, bring up the lights," Madame Iritosky said commandingly.  "There is someone rapping here who is not a spirit."

And I was going to be caught with wires sticking out of my wrists.  I tried to pull my hand out of Madame Iritosky's (or the Count's), but whoever it was had an iron grip.

"Baine!  The lights!"  Madame Iritosky ordered.  She struck a match and lit the candle.

There was a gust of air from the French doors, and the candle blew out.

Tossie screamed, and even Terence gasped.  Everyone looked toward the billowing curtains.  There was a sound, like a low moan, and something luminous appeared beyond the curtains.

"My God!"  the Reverend Mr.  Arbitage said.

"A manifestation," Mrs.  Mering breathed.

The shape floated slowly toward the open French doors, canting slightly to port and glowing with a ghastly greenish light.

The hand holding mine relaxed, and I shoved the wires up my sleeves all the way to my elbows.  Next to me, I could feel Verity pulling up her skirts and then reaching over and jamming the sugared violets box down the side of my right boot.

"Count de Vecchio, go turn up the lights!"  Madame Iritosky said.

"Una fantasma!"  the Count exclaimed and crossed himself.

Verity straightened and took my hand.  "O manifestation, are you the spirit of Lady Godiva?"

"Count de Vecchio," Madame Iritosky said, "l command you to turn up the gas!"

The shape reached the French doors and then seemed to rise and take shape as a face.  A veiled face with large dark eyes.  And a mashed nose.  And jowls.

Verity's hand, holding mine, gave a little spasm.  "O spirit," she said, her voice controlled, "Do you wish us to come to Coventry?"

The shape drifted slowly back from the door, and then turned and vanished, as if a black cloth had been thrown over it.  The French doors slammed shut.

"It bids us go to Coventry," I said.  "We cannot ignore the spirit's summons."

"Did you see that?"  Count de Vecchio said.  "It was horrible, horrible!"

"I have seen a seraphim in the flesh," the Reverend Mr.  Arbitage said rapturously.

The lights came up, revealing Baine standing calmly by the lamp on the marble-topped table, adjusting the flame.

"O Madame Iritosky!"  Mrs.  Mering said, collapsing onto the carpet, "I have seen the face of my own dear mother!"

Descriere

It is 1888 and Ned Henry is shuttling between the 1940s and modern day, researching Coventry Cathedral for a patron who wants to rebuild it. But when the time continuum is disrupted, Ned must scramble to set things right.

Premii