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৬ Free PDF Reading  ⩉ Robicheaux: A Novel  㗿 PDF by James Lee Burke ᔪ ৬ Free PDF Reading ⩉ Robicheaux: A Novel 㗿 PDF by James Lee Burke ᔪ Robicheaux LIKE AN EARLY nineteenth century poet, when I have melancholy moments and feel the world is too much for us and that late and soon we lay waste to our powers in getting and spending, Im forced to pause and reflect upon my experiences with the dead and the hold they exert on our lives This may seem a macabre perspective on ones life, but at a certain point it seems to be the only one we have Mortality is not kind, and do not let anyone tell you it is If there is such a thing as wisdom, and I have serious doubts about its presence in my own life, it lies in the acceptance of the human condition and perhaps the knowledge that those who have passed on are still with us, out there in the mist, showing us the way, sometimes uttering a word of caution from the shadows, sometimes visiting us in our sleep, as bright as a candle burning inside a basement that has no windows On a winter morning, among white clouds of fog out at Spanish Lake, I would see the boys in butternut splashing their way through the flooded cypress, their muskets held above their heads, their equipment tied with rags so it wouldnt rattle I was standing no than ten feet from them, although they took no notice of me, as though they knew I had not been born yet, and their travail and sacrifice were not mine to bear Their faces were lean from privation, as pale as wax, their hair uncut, the rents in their uniforms stitched clumsily with string Their mouths were pinched, their eyes luminous with caution The youngest soldier, a drummer boy, could not have been older than twelve On one occasion I stepped into the water to join them Even then, none acknowledged my presence The drummer boy stumbled and couldnt right himself, struggling with the leather strap around his neck and the weight of his drum I reached out to help him and felt my hand and arm sink through his shoulder A shaft of sunlight pierced the canopy, turning the fog into white silk in less than a second the column was gone Long ago, I ceased trying to explain events such as these to either myself or others Like many my age, I believe people in groups are to be feared and that arguing with others is folly and the knowledge of one generation cannot be passed down to the next Those may seem cynical sentiments, but there are certain truths you keep inside you and do not defend lest you cheapen and then lose them altogether Those truths have less to do with the dead than the awareness that we are no different from them, that they are still with us and we are still with them, and there is no afterlife but only one life, a continuum in which all time occurs at once, like a dream inside the mind of God Why should an old man thrice widowed dwell on things that are not demonstrable and have nothing to do with a reasonable view of the world Because only yesterday, on a broken sidewalk in a shabby neighborhood at the bottom of St Claude Avenue, in the Lower Ninth Ward of St Bernard Parish, under a colonnade that was still twisted out of shape by Katrina, across from a liquor store with barred windows that stood under a live oak probably two hundred years old, I saw a platoon of Confederate infantry march out of a field to the tune of Darling Nelly Gray and disappear through the wall of a gutted building and not exit on the other side THE MAN I came to see was Fat Tony Nemo, also known as Tony the Nose, Tony Squid, or Tony Nine Ball, the latter not because he was a pool shark but because he packed a nine ball into a bartenders mouth with the butt of a pool cue Of course, that was during his earlier incarnation, when he was a collector for Didoni Giacano and the two of them used to drive around New Orleans in Didis Caddy convertible, terrifying whoever couldnt make the weekly vig, a bloodstained baseball bat propped up in the backseat Currently, Fat Tony was involved in politics and narcotics and porn and casinos and Hollywood movies and the concrete business He had also laundered money for the Triads in Hong Kong and helped Somozas greaseballs introduce crack cocaine to Americas inner cities In terms of territory, he had fingers in pies all over Louisiana, Mississippi, and Florida If he had any sense of morality or fear about a judgment down the track, I never saw it So why would a semi retired sheriffs detective from Iberia Parish want to make a social call on a psychopath like Tony Squid Simple Most investigative cops, often without knowing who Niccol Machiavelli was, adhere to his admonition to keep your friends close but your enemies closer Less simple is the fact that we share much of the same culture as the lowlifes, and we are alike than different, and the information they give us is indispensable Fat Tony was sitting in a swivel chair behind his desk when I entered his office No, thats not correct Tony didnt sit he piled himself into a chair or on a couch like a gelatinous heap of whale sperm thrown on a beach, except he was wearing a blue suit with a red boutonniere in the lapel A sword with a scrolled brass guard in a plain metal scabbard lay across his ink pad Im glad you could come, Dave You never disappoint Thats why I like you, he wheezed Whats the haps, Tony Im on an oxygen bottle Im scheduled for a colostomy I couldnt get laid in a whorehouse that has an ATM My wife tells me I got a serious case of GAPO Otherwise, Im doing great What kind of question is that He had to catch his breath before he could continue Want a drink No, thanks Whats GAPO Gorilla armpit odor You still on the wagon Im still in A.A., if thats what you mean The same thing, right No Whatever Take Clete Purcel to a meeting with you Whats Clete done What hasnt he done Hes a fucking cancer on the whole city He should have a steel codpiece locked on his body so he cant reproduce How can I help you, Tony Maybe I can help you I heard about your wife I appreciate your concern I need to get back to New Iberia She got killed in an accident I nodded What, about three months ago Two years She was T boned by a guy in a pickup Id rather talk about something else He handed me the sword I got this at a flea market in Memphis I asked an expert what its worth He said hed take if off my hands for three thousand The real value, what is it I wouldnt know You know about history, what the names of these places on the hilt mean, whether those places make the sword valuable Whats this Cemetery Hill stuff Who fights a war in a fucking cemetery The brass on the handle was engraved with the name of Lieutenant Robert S Broussard, Eighth Louisiana Infantry The base of the blade was stamped with the initials CSA and the name of the maker, James Conning, of Mobile, Alabama, and the year 1861 I did some Googling, Tony said The guy who owned this was from New Iberia Its worth a lot than two or three thousand dollars, right Maybe the guy was famous for something You couldnt find any of that on the Internet, with all the Civil War junk thats on sale You cant trust the Internet Its full of crazoids I couldnt begin to sort through the contradictions in what he had just said This was a typical Fat Tony conversation Trying to get inside his mind was akin to submerging your hand in an unflushed toilet Outside, some black kids were breaking bottles with an air rifle in a vacant lot There were concrete foundations in the lot without structures on them A garbage truck was driving down a street, seagulls picking at its overflow Is this about Clete I said I got no problem with Purcel Other people do Its true he took out that fat dick of his at the Southern Yacht Club and hosed down Bobby Earls car I dont know, I lied Two weeks ago he did it again At the casino Clete did No, the pope Earl put his lady friend in the car, and suddenly, shes sitting in a puddle of piss Why did you show me this sword, Tony Because the family of the guy who owned it lives in New Iberia I thought maybe theyd want it What does any of this have to do with Clete and Bobby Earl Nothing My head was throbbing It was good seeing you Sit down I know what happened with your wife No witnesses except the guy who killed her He says she ran the Stop sign They had to cut her out with the Jaws of Life I could feel blood veins tightening on the side of my head She died on the way to the hospital and got blamed for her own death he said Who told you this Some cops You got a dirty deal Something ought to be done You need to disengage, Tony On top of it, I heard the guy tried to pump the insurance company Shut the door I leaned forward Listen carefully, Tony My wifes death is my business You stay out of it Mabel, shut the door he yelled at his secretary I raised my finger at him I was trembling I heard the door click shut behind me He spoke before I could Hear me out The guy ran over a kid in a school zone in Alabama The kid was crippled for life You give me the nod, this guy is gonna be crawling around on stumps When did he run over a child in a school zone Ten, fifteen years back Where in Alabama What difference does it make Im telling you like it is A guy like that has got it coming He was like every gangster I ever knew Theyre self righteous and marginalize their victims before breaking their bones Not one of them could think his way out of a wet paper bag Their level of cruelty is equaled only by the level of disingenuousness that governs their lives I want you to get this straight, Tony Go near the man who hit my wifes car, and Ill come looking for you, up close and personal Yeah He lit a cigarette with a paper match, cupping the flame He threw the burnt match into the wastebasket So fuck me I stood up and pulled the sword halfway from its scabbard, then slid it inside again The guard was brass, molded like a metal basket with slits in it It was incised with the names of three battles that took place during Stonewall Jacksons Shenandoah campaign, plus Cemetery Hill at Gettysburg, and extended protectively and cuplike over the back of my hand The black leather on the grip was both soft and firm, wrapped with gold wire I replaced the sword on Tonys desk I think the Broussard family would be honored and delighted if you gave this to them Im having a hard time processing this, he said I try to be your friend, and youre offended and make threats If you were somebody else, wed have a different outcome here So fuck both of us Tell me something, Tony What How you should get rid of terminal assholitis Why do you keep your office in a neighborhood like this Whats wrong with it It looks like a moonscape In the next storm, its going underwater again I like to stay close to the people On that subject, Im backing a guy who might end up president of the United States Want to know who that is Not really Jimmy Nightingale People have been talking political correctness in this country for too many years Theres gonna be a change Fucking A Somehow I believe you, Tony And that was probably the most depressing thought Id had in a long time.Burke is known for his lyrical, deeply melancholic prose, and once again it permeates every page of this profoundly elegiac novel We tend to forget, however, that he is no slouch at plotting and at constructing hold your breath action scenes Both traits are in evidence here, the former in the way he nimbly juggles the multiple strands of his narrative, the latter in the barn burner of a climax Booklist, Starred ReviewHeaven storming prosethe intimations of mortality that have hovered over this series for 30 years have never been sharper or sadder Kirkus An enthralling yet grim novel of crime, hate, and tragedy The novels murders and liesboth committed with unsettling smileswill captivate, start to finish Publishers WeeklyThere can be no doubt that the time for America to welcome back a heroic warrior, even a literary one, is now Burke does not disappoint He has performed a magic trick possible to only the most imaginative and substantive of writers He has written a book that is topical, but timeless SalonReading one of Burkes novels is truly an immersive experience, with every ache and anguish feeling gut wrenchingly real It has been almost five years since the last Dave Robicheaux novel, and it was absolutely worth the wait Associated PressBurke is what fellow writers call a wordsmith He can make your eyes water with a lyrical description New York Times Book ReviewBurke is at the top of his form, still drawing from the rich material of his family background in Louisiana and Texas as well as his deep knowledge of literature and history Robicheaux rings with lovely prose and chills with a dark vision of Americas current condition Tampa Bay TimesThe plot of this smart best selling thriller revolves around a murder case that becomes personal for investigator Dave Robicheaux, sucking him deep into a world of mobsters and political corruption in Louisiana AARP Robicheaux 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    • Robicheaux: A Novel
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    • Format Kindle
    • 1501176846
    • James Lee Burke
    • Anglais
    • 23 February 2017

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