Martin Amis, Charles Wright, Maxim Biller, Frederick Forsyth, Jògvan Isaksen, Thea Astley

De Engelse schrijver Martin Amis werd geboren op 25 augustus 1949 in Cardiff, South Wales. Zie ook alle tags voor Martin Amis op dit blog.

 

Uit: Night Train

 

“I am a police. That may sound like an unusual statement–or an unusual construction. But it’s a parlance we have. Among ourselves, we would never say I am a policeman or I am a policewoman or I am a police officer. We would just say I am a police. I am a police. I am a police and my name is Detective Mike Hoolihan. And I am a woman, also.

What I am setting out here is an account of the worst case I have ever handled. The worst case–for me, that is. When you’re a police, “worst” is an elastic concept. You can’t really get a fix on “worst.” The boundaries are pushed out every other day. “Worst?” we’ll ask. “There’s no such thing as worst.” But for Detective Mike Hoolihan this was the worst case.

Downtown, at CID, with its three thousand sworn, there are many departments and subdepartments, sections and units, whose names are always changing: Organized Crime, Major Crimes, Crimes Against Persons, Sex Offenses, Auto Theft, Check and Fraud, Special Investigations, Asset Forfeiture, Intelligence, Narcotics, Kidnapping, Burglary, Robbery–and Homicide. There is a glass door marked Vice. There is no glass door marked Sin. The city is the offense. We are the defense. That’s the general idea.

Here is my personal “ten-card.” At the age of eighteen I enrolled for a master’s in Criminal Justice at Pete Brown. But what I really wanted was the streets. And I couldn’t wait. I took tests for state trooper, for border patrol, and even for state corrections officer. I passed them all. I also took the police test, and I passed that, too. I quit Pete and enrolled at the Academy.”

 

 

 

Martin Amis (Cardiff, 25 augustus 1949)

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Brian Moore, Johann Herder, U Tchicaya Tam’si

De Ierse schrijver Brian Moore werd geboren in Belfast op 25 augustus 1921. Zie ook alle tags voor Brian Moore op dit blog..

 

Uit: Lies of silence

 

“The time had come. There had been no war in his life. He would never be called up as a soldier and put to the test of bravery in battle. He would never be asked to perform an act of heroism as a member of a resistance group. He had, instead, been put to the test by accident, a test he had every right to refuse. And yet as he unlatched the gate and went up to the front door of the house he knew that the moment the phone rang and he answered it, the moment he told them he was afraid, he would lose forever something precious, something he had always taken for granted, some secret sense of his own worth.
He unlocked the front door and went into the hall. A phone was ringing upstairs. He looked at his watch. It was just after five. He began to run upstairs, pushing past a little red-haired man who was also on his way up.
“Sorry,” he said.
“That’s all right, guv.”
When he unlocked the door of the flat, the phone was still ringing. But as he went into the hall it stopped. Now he would have to wait until he called back. He did not want to wait. He must get it over with now. He went to the phone. Don’t let him persuade you. Tell him the truth. You are afraid.
“Sorry, guv. Gas man.”
He turned. He had not closed the door. The little red-haired man was in the doorway. “I’ve come to read the meter, sir.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“It’s in the back, here,” the meter man said, moving past him and opening the kitchen door.
“You’re Mr. Dillon?”
“Yes.”
The little meter man whistled, as though calling a dog. “Right, then,” he said.
Two young men came in at the door. They wore jeans, T-shirts, sneakers.They raised their revolvers. They were not wearing masks. This time, there would be no witnesses.

 

 

 

Brian Moore (25 augustus 1921 – 10 januari 1999)

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