The Night Market
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3.0 • 1 Rating
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- $14.99
Publisher Description
“The book’s tone is Chandleresque, the conspiracy worrying Carver and Jenner expands to Pynchonian proportions, and the physical ick they encounter might have oozed out of a Cronenberg movie.”—Washington Post
“It’s Miami Vice meets The Matrix, and George Orwell is hosting the party.”—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
It’s late Thursday and Inspector Ross Carver is at a crime scene: a dead man covered in an unknown substance that’s eating through his skin. Suddenly, six FBI agents burst in and haul Carver outside and into a disinfectant trailer, where he’s shocked unconscious. On Sunday he wakes up in his own bed, his neighbor Mia—who he’s barely spoken to—by his side. He can’t remember the past three days. Mia says police officers brought him home and told her he’d been poisoned. Carver can’t disprove her, but his gut says to keep her close.
A mind-bending, masterfully plotted thriller—“like Blade Runner if it were written by Charles de Lint or Neil Gaiman”*—The Night Market follows Carver as he works to find out what happened to him, soon realizing he’s entangled in a massive web of conspiracy. And that Mia knows a lot more than she lets on.
“Mystery and thriller readers will find much to love here, but fans of science fiction also should embrace this incredible work.”—Bookreporter
*Publishers Weekly, starred review
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Moore (The Dark Room) sets this outstanding SF noir in a near-future San Francisco, where ocean current changes have made the rain nearly continuous, electric cars prowl the streets, and disposable LED postcard ads seduce the citizenry. When SFPD Det. Ross Carver and his partner, Cleve Jenner, answer a late-night summons to an expensive home, they find something odd: a man's body "that looked like gray moss. Like a carpet of it spread across a rot-shrunken log." Hazmat-suited FBI agents take over the crime scene and send the two to a portable decontamination unit. Ross awakens in his bed days later with his mysterious neighbor, the beautiful Mia Westcott, attending to him. He has no memory of that night, only the sense that something is wrong and a lingering metallic scent to guide him. Moore smoothly fills Carver's quest for the truth with equal parts hidden menace and outright strangeness. This mystery feels like Blade Runner as if it were written by Charles De Lint or Neil Gaiman.
