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A businessman is snatched from an Upper East Side street in broad daylight - or so it appears to the eight year old girl who is the only witness. The perp leaves a token at the site of the kidnapping: a miniature noose. A crime scene this puzzling demands forensic expertise of the highest order. Lincoln Rhyme and Amelia Sachs are called in to investigate.
Rhyme and Sachs' investigation takes an unexpected turn when a similar kidnapping occurs across the Atlantic in a small town outside Naples. The killer's M.O. is bizarre and frightening. Obsessed with music, the man records the final breaths of his victims, then uses their dying sounds to compose a tune. The search for the killer will become a complex case of international cooperation - yet not all is as it seems, and soon Sachs and Rhyme find themselves playing a dangerous game with shadowy parties from across the globe.
480 pages, ebook
First published April 11, 2017
Uninteresting. I am of the opinion that a not-engaging thriller is a thriller that missed its primary goal. Deaver's attempt to enter Italy by setting up this novel in Naples, in my opinion, fails. The basis for comparison, Maurizio de Giovanni, Donato Carrisi, Andrea Camilleri, Roberto Saviano, are important italian writer. Naples in particular is a complex city, full of contradictions. It's hard enough to Italians who do not spent their everyday life in Naples to tell about it, let alone to not Italian people. As a passionate reader of the crime stories by Maurizio De Giovanni I will say that colors, the smells and the contradictions of Naples can be successfully told only by a Neapolitan. On the contrary, Deaver seems to me a bit awkward when describing Naples, often leading into cliche rather than giving picturesque descriptions. And characters such as the inspectors Ricciardi or Montalbano are far more charismatic than this Lincoln Rhyme out of his american shell.
Little positive note: at least the ending of the book is not obvious. But I am sorry to say...
Vote: 5

Bruttino. Sono dell'idea che quando un thriller non ti appassiona, non è un thriller riuscito. Il tentativo di Deaver di entrare in Italia ambientando questo romanzo a Napoli secondo me fallisce. I termini di paragone (Maurizio de Giovanni, Donato Carrisi, Andrea Camilleri, Roberto Saviano) sono importanti. Napoli in particolare è una città complessa, piena di contraddizioni. Già risulta difficile raccontarla per gli italiani che non ne vivono la quotidianità, figuriamoci per un non italiano. Da lettore appassionato delle "crime stories" di Maurizio De Giovanni dico che i colori, i profumi e le contraddizioni di Napoli possono essere raccontati solo da un napoletano. Deaver invece mi sembra un pò impacciato quando descrive Napoli, cadendo spesso nel luogo comune più che nel pittoresco. E personaggi come i commissari Ricciardi o Montalbano risultano di gran lunga più carismatici di questo Lincoln Rhyme fuori dal suo guscio americano.
Si salva il finale, che quantomeno non è prevedibile.
Voto: 5









