The Way the Crow Flies: A NovelHarper Collins, 13/10/2009 - 848 páginas “One of the finest novels I’ve read . . . .a fiercely intelligent look at childhood, marriage, families, the 1960s, the Cold War and the fear and isolation that are part of the human condition…. it is not only beautifully written…. it is equally beautiful in its conception, its compassion, its wisdom, even in its anger and pain. Don’t miss it.” — Patrick Anderson, Washington Post Book World The optimism of the early sixties, infused with the excitement of the space race and the menace of the Cold War, is filtered through the rich imagination of high-spirited, eight-year-old Madeleine, who welcomes her family's posting to a quiet Air Force base near the Canadian border. Secure in the love of her beautiful mother, she is unaware that her father, Jack, is caught up in a web of secrets. When a local murder intersects with global forces, Jack must decide where his loyalties lie, and Madeleine will be forced to learn a lesson about the ambiguity of human morality -- one she will only begin to understand when she carries her quest for the truth, and the killer, into adulthood twenty years later. |
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... Jack but in reality ranked just below God—and say hello. Jack consults his list: Warrant Officer Pinder. He refolds the list. The third thing: Friday beer call at the officers' mess. All the news that's neither fit to print nor to speak ...
... Jack's goggles so he could see he was in a sideslip, perfectly executed but for being a mere three hundred feet from the ground. “Power up, mate.” BAT. Blind approach training. Next time, Simon didn't remove Jack's goggles until they ...
... Jack loves the air force. That's why it comes as a bit of a surprise to find himself staring out of his window at ... Jack, and smiles to himself. It was good timing, running into Simon in Germany last summer. Because when Jack got his ...
... Jack tried once or twice after the war to track him down, but Simon had demobbed without a forwarding address. Then last summer, in a medieval town in northern Germany, he ran into him. Jack was with Madeleine, about to take her picture ...
... Jack, for Christ sake, I'm retired.” Then, looking down at her, he said, “Madeleine, please call me Simon.” She ... Jack beamed. “That's the stuff, old buddy.” Simon volunteered that he was a diplomat now. “You're kidding,” said Jack ...