THERE’S NEVER BEEN A BOOK LIKE
THE TWENTY-YEAR DEATH
A breathtaking first novel written in the form of three separate crime novels, each set in a different decade and penned in the style of a different giant of the mystery genre.
The body found in the gutter in France led the police inspector to the dead man’s beautiful daughter—and to her hot-tempered American husband.
A hardboiled private eye hired to keep a movie studio’s leading lady happy uncovers the truth behind the brutal slaying of a Hollywood starlet.
A desperate man pursuing his last chance at redemption finds himself with blood on his hands and the police on his trail...
Three complete novels that, taken together, tell a single epic story, about an author whose life is shattered when violence and tragedy consume the people closest to him. It is an ingenious and emotionally powerful debut performance from literary detective and former bookseller Ariel S. Winter, one that establishes this talented newcomer as a storyteller of the highest caliber.
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Amazon Exclusive: Essay by Author Ariel S. Winter
It is impossible to say when a book begins. Did it start at birth, or when I learned to read, or when I set out the first words that grew into a novel?
I am inclined to say that The Twenty-Year Death began when I took two university courses: Hardboiled Fiction and Film Noir, and Faulkner, Fitzgerald, and Hemingway, even though I wrote it many years later.
But perhaps the truer answer lies with that Chandler send-up, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, my favorite movie of childhood...and still today?
What I do know is that The Twenty-Year Death is not the book I set out to write.
That ambitious book was meant to be David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas as written by W.G. Sebald. There would be a straightforward first-person narrator, a close approximation of myself, and there would be the books the narrator read. These books would appear in full, so the reader of the novel would read the reading of the narrator—mysteries, romances, westerns, sci fi, and "literary" fiction, his taste would be catholic.
I began the frame narrative, and then I wrote the Georges Simenon pastiche Malniveau Prison, a one-hundred and fifty page replica of an Inspector Maigret mystery.
I didn't stop there. Next up was a romance, a love story between the full-sized daughter of retired circus midgets and a newcomer to their island home. Oh, I was ambitious.
And the book failed.
Still I clung to Malniveau Prison. No writer, especially one young and unpublished, can bear to see his hard-earned work go to utter waste. I didn't have my novel, but I had a novella, and I knew it was good.
I sent it to an agent. It was January 1st when he got back to me. Or that is how I remember it at least, and it has the poetic ring that appeals to me as a novelist.
"I liked it a lot," he said. "But it feels like a half-novel."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I attacked Malniveau Prison, and it doubled in size.
There was talk of a series, but I didn't want to write a series. Unless...unless...what if the recurring character in the novel was not the detective, but some other side character...
The American writer Shem Rosenkrantz seemed the obvious choice. And where would a great American novelist go after France...
Hollywood, of course. And Hollywood meant Chandler. After all, I had one pastiche on my hands. Why not two?
Before I even began on the Chandler pastiche, I had conceived of the Jim Thompson book as the novel's logical conclusion. So, like a movie studio that green lights two sequels after the success of the first film, I went into The Falling Star knowing how Police at the Funeral would end.
Is this how all novelists work? Do their books rise like the phoenix from the ashes of their mistakes? I have known several novelists in my lifetime, yet only one to call friend, and still I do not know. It is how this book came to be.
Or is it? Do I really know how I came to write The Twenty-Year Death? Does any novelist know how he came to write a book?
Or is it the true mystery?About the Author:
A long-time bookseller at The Corner Bookstore in New York City and Borders in Baltimore, Ariel S. Winter is also the author of the forthcoming children's picture book One of a Kind (Aladdin) and of the blog We Too Were Children, Mr. Barrie, devoted to the rediscovery of long-forgotten children's books written by literary icons such as John Updike, Langston Hughes, and Gertrude Stein. His writing has appeared in The Urbanite and on McSweeney's Internet Tendency, and in 2008 he won the Free Press "Who Can Save Us Now?" short story contest. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland.
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Buchbeschreibung Titan Books, London, 2012. Hardcover. Buchzustand: Very Good. Zustand des Schutzumschlags: Very Good. Hardcover in very good condition; first Hard Case Crime edition; minor wear on jacket leading corners and spine head/foot; red pen mark on page block foot; content clean and clear with sound binding. AE. Used. Artikel-Nr. 454447