Lee Child

De Engelse schrijver Lee Child (pseudoniem van Jim Grant) werd geboren op 29 oktober 1954 in Coventry. Hij groeide echter op in Birmingham, waar hij de school bezocht waar onder andere J.R.R. Tolkien ook leerling geweest was. Hij studeerde rechten, maar ging na zijn studie in het theater werken. Hij werd in dienst genomen door Granada Television in Manchester en werkte in de 18 jaren die volgden onder andere aan series als “Brideshead Revisited”, “The Jewel in the Crown”, “Prime Suspect” en “Cracker”. In 1995 werd hij vanwege een reorganisatie ontslagen en besloot hij in zijn levensonderhoud te voorzien als schrijver. Hij schreef zijn eerste boek met de hand aan de eettafel omdat hij met de aanschaf van een computer wilde wachten tot hij succes had als schrijver. Dat succes kwam met dat eerste boek. “Killing Floor” en sindsdien is Child professioneel schrijver. Hij woont voornamelijk in Manhattan, maar heeft ook een huis in Zuid-Frankrijk. Alle boeken van Lee Child hebben de Amerikaanse ex-militair Jack Reacher als hoofdpersoon. Reacher, die uit eigen beweging het leger heeft verlaten, leidt een zwervend bestaan in de Verenigde Staten, waar hij zijn avonturen beleeft. Cilds roman “One Shot” werd verfilmd onder de titel “Jack Reacher” en de film is eind 2012 première gegaan met Tom Cruise in de rol van Jack Reacher..

Uit: KillingFloor

“I was arrested in Eno’s diner. At twelve o’clock. I was eating eggs and drinking coffee. A late breakfast, not lunch. I was wet and tired after a long walk in heavy rain. All the way from the highway to the edge of town.
The diner was small, but bright and clean. Brand-new, built to resemble a converted railroad car. Narrow, with a long lunch counter on one side and a kitchen bumped out back. Booths lining the opposite wall. A doorway where the center booth would be.
I was in a booth, at a window, reading somebody’s abandoned newspaper about the campaign for a President I didn’t vote for last time and wasn’t going to vote for this time. Outside, the rain had stopped but the glass was still pebbled with bright drops. I saw the police cruisers pull into the gravel lot. They were moving fast and crunched to a stop. Light bars flashing and popping. Red and blue light in the raindrops on my window. Doors burst open, policemen jumped out. Two from each car, weapons ready. Two revolvers, two shotguns. This was heavy stuff. One revolver and one shotgun ran to the back. One of each rushed the door.
I just sat and watched them. I knew who was in the diner. A cook in back. Two waitresses. Two old men. And me. This operation was for me. I had been in town less than a half hour. The other five had probably been here all their lives. Any problem with any of them and an embarrassed sergeant would have shuffled in. He would be apologetic. He would mumble to them. He would ask them to come down to the station house. So the heavy weapons and the rush weren’t for any of them. They were for me. I crammed egg into my mouth and trapped a five under the plate. Folded the abandoned newspaper into a square and shoved it into my coat pocket. Kept my hands above the table and drained my cup.
The guy with the revolver stayed at the door. He went into a crouch and pointed the weapon two-handed. At my head. The guy with the shotgun approached close. These were fit lean boys. Neat and tidy. Textbook moves. The revolver at the door could cover the room with a degree of accuracy. The shotgun up close could splatter me all over the window. The other way around would be a mistake. The revolver could miss in a close-quarters struggle and a long-range shotgun blast from the door would kill the arresting officer and the old guy in the rear booth as well as me. So far, they were doing it right. No doubt about that. They had the advantage. No doubt about that, either. The tight booth trapped me. I was too hemmed in to do much. I spread my hands on the table. The officer with the shotgun came near.
“Freeze! Police!” he screamed.”

Lee Child (Coventry, 29 oktober 1954)