King Rat (Asian Saga, Band 4) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 6: The Asian Saga

Clavell, James

 
9780440145462: King Rat (Asian Saga, Band 4)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0440145465 ISBN 13: 9780440145462
Verlag: Random House LCC US, 1993

Inhaltsangabe

The time is World War II. The place is a brutal prison camp deep in Japanese-occupied territory. Here, within the seething mass of humanity, one man, an American corporal, seeks dominance over both captives and captors alike. His weapons are human courage, unblinking understanding of human weaknesses, and total willingness to exploit every opportunity to enlarge his power and corrupt or destroy anyone who stands in his path.

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James Clavell, who died in 1994, was a screenwriter, director, producer, and novelist born in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. Although he wrote the screenplays for a number of acclaimed films, including The Fly (1958), The Great Escape (1963), and To Sir With Love (1967), he is best known for his epic novels in his Asian Saga.


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Chapter One

"I'm going to get that bloody bastard if I die in the attempt." Lieutenant Grey was glad that at last he had spoken aloud what had so long been twisting his guts into a knot. The venom in Grey's voice snapped Sergeant Masters out of his reverie. He had been thinking about a bottle of ice-cold Australian beer and a steak with a fried egg on top and his home in Sydney and his wife and the breasts and smell of her. He didn't bother to follow the lieutenant's gaze out the window. He knew who it had to be among the half-naked men walking the dirt path which skirted the barbed fence. But he was surprised at Grey's outburst. Usually the Provost Marshal of Changi was as tight-lipped and unapproachable as any Englishman.

"Save your strength, Lieutenant," Masters said wearily, "the Japs'll fix him soon enough."

"Bugger the Japs," Grey said. "I want to catch him. I want him in this jail. And when I've done with him-I want him in Utram Road Jail." Masters looked up aghast. "Utram Road?"

"Certainly."

"My oath, I can understand you wanting to get him," Masters said, "but, well, I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

"That's where he belongs. And that's where I'm going to put him. Because he's a thief, a liar, a cheat and a bloodsucker. A bloody vampire who feeds on the rest of us."

Grey got up and went closer to the window of the sweltering MP hut. He waved at the flies which swarmed from the plank floors and squinted his eyes against the refracted glare of the high noon light beating the packed earth. "By God," he said, "I'll have vengeance for all of us."

Good luck, mate, Masters thought. You can get the King if anyone can. You've got the right amount of hate in you. Masters did not like officers and did not like Military Police. He particularly despised Grey, for Grey had been promoted from the ranks and tried to hide this fact from others.

But Grey was not alone in his hatred. The whole of Changi hated the King. They hated him for his muscular body, the clear glow in his blue eyes. In this twilight world of the half alive there were no fat or well-built or round or smooth or fair-built or thick-built men. There were only faces dominated by eyes and set on bodies that were skin over sinews over bones. No difference between them but age and face and height. And in all this world, only the King ate like a man, smoked like a man, slept like a man, dreamed like a man and looked like a man.

"You," Grey barked. "Corporal! Come over here!"

The King had been aware of Grey ever since he had turned the corner of the jail, not because he could see into the blackness of the MP hut but because he knew that Grey was a person of habit and when you have an enemy it is wise to know his ways. The King knew as much about Grey as any man could know about another.

He stepped off the path and walked towards the lone hut, set like a pimple among sores of other huts.

"You wanted me, sir?" the King said, saluting. His smile was bland. His sun glasses veiled the contempt of his eyes.

From his window, Grey stared down at the King. His taut features hid the hate that was part of him. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my hut. Sir," the King said patiently, and all the time his mind was figuring angles-had there been a slip, had someone informed, what was with Grey?

"Where did you get that shirt?"

The King had bought the shirt the day before from a major who had kept it neat for two years against the day he would need to sell it for money to buy food. The King liked to be tidy and well-dressed when everyone else was not, and he was pleased that today his shirt was clean and new and his long pants were creased and his socks clean and his shoes freshly polished and his hat stainless. It amused him that Grey was naked but for pathetically patched short pants and wooden clogs, and a Tank Corps beret that was green and solid with t

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Verlag
Random House LCC US
Erscheinungsdatum
1993
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Englisch
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ISBN 13 
9780440145462
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