A Cold Case
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- 45,00 kr
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- 45,00 kr
Publisher Description
A Cold Case is the story of how Andy Rosenzweig, retired Manhattan cop, reopened an investigation into a double murder that had happened more than thirty years earlier. It bothered him that Frankie Koehler, the notoriously dangerous suspect, had eluded capture.
In a surprising, intensely dramatic narrative, Philip Gourevitch has transformed Rosenzweig's crusade into a searing literary masterpiece, reckoning with the forces that drive one man to murder and another to hunt murderers.
Philip Gourevitch's first novel, We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families: Stories from Rwanda, won the Guardian First Book Award.
'A gripping, hard-boiled crime story of the highest order - and one which, in the end, transports the reader to some of the most troubling precincts of human enquiry' Irish Times
'Atmospheric, honest and intelligently written, avoiding the obvious in favour of the thought-provoking' Daily Telegraph
'His work feels trim and ageless, like a classic...It whips through arresting events at high speed...I didn't put it down until I hit the back cover' New Statesman
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In 1970, a New York criminal named Frankie Koehler killed two men in cold blood, then disappeared. Over the decades, he was all but given up for dead. Nothing haunts a cop like loose ends, however, and 30 years later lawman and fugitive at long last crossed paths. Basing this book on his article of the same title, New Yorker staff writer and NBCC and L.A. Timesaward-winning author Gourevitch revisits this case. Gourevitch's first book (We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families: Stories from Rwanda) dealt with the Rwandan genocide and that region's judicial vacuum; the scope here is smaller but, as Gourevitch shows, murder is a seemingly inescapable aspect of the human condition. In clean prose, the author follows former NYPD officer Andy Rosenzweig (now an investigator with the Manhattan D.A.'s office), who, like Koehler, was raised on the streets of postwar New York, a city that has all but disappeared except in the hands of capable writers. And Gourevitch lets his near-perfect pitch dialogue do much of the work. "I wouldn't kill anybody for money under any conditions.... That's a scumbag does that," Koehler says. The only jarring moments in this otherwise elegant and restrained narrative are the sudden intrusions of the pronoun "I." This residue of New Yorker style reminds readers that the material is not entirely fresh. But that is a minor complaint, for as Rosenzweig says, quoting a fellow officer, "Who speaks for the dead? Nobody. As a rule, nobody speaks for the dead, unless we do." Gourevitch has secured a place next to Rosenzweig in that lonely and all-important choir. 12 b&w photos.