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Frankrig, ca 1962
Indeholder afsnittene "Jeg kan have myrdet", "Jeg myrdede", "Jeg kunne have myrdet", "Jeg vil myrde", "Jeg har myrdet", "Jeg myrder", "Jeg havde myrdet".
En ung kvinde vågner op slemt forbrændt på et hospital. Lægerne har opereret på hende både for at reparere på hendes
En ung kvinde, Michele, er forkælet, rig og egoistisk. Hun bruger sine venner og kasserer dem efter forgodtbefindende, men en af dem, Domenica, finder sig i det. En dag går der ild i huset og en af dem dør, mens den anden overlever forbrændt og med hukommelsestab. Men hvem døde og hvem overlevede? (Plottet overlevede ikke opdagelsen af dna-sekventiering).
???
Sébastien Japrisot er et pseudonym for Jean-Baptiste Rossi (1931 - 2003).
Hukommelsestab og mordbrand.
Indeholder afsnittene "Jeg kan have myrdet", "Jeg myrdede", "Jeg kunne have myrdet", "Jeg vil myrde", "Jeg har myrdet", "Jeg myrder", "Jeg havde myrdet".
En ung kvinde vågner op slemt forbrændt på et hospital. Lægerne har opereret på hende både for at reparere på hendes
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forbrændte ansigt og for at modvirke et slemt kraniebrud.En ung kvinde, Michele, er forkælet, rig og egoistisk. Hun bruger sine venner og kasserer dem efter forgodtbefindende, men en af dem, Domenica, finder sig i det. En dag går der ild i huset og en af dem dør, mens den anden overlever forbrændt og med hukommelsestab. Men hvem døde og hvem overlevede? (Plottet overlevede ikke opdagelsen af dna-sekventiering).
???
Sébastien Japrisot er et pseudonym for Jean-Baptiste Rossi (1931 - 2003).
Hukommelsestab og mordbrand.
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Publication
Spektrum, 1971. Spektrums pocketbøger
Description
A young woman wakes in a hospital room. What happened to her and why is a mystery. Is she victim or murderer? The young woman has been badly injured in a fire and has amnesia. But what happened to her? Is she Mi, Micky or Michèle, or Do, Dominique? As she struggles to rebuild her identity, she starts to recall the crime that was committed and the house on the French Riviera. She remembers the rich heiress and the faithful friend - but which is she?
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LibraryThing member cranmergirl
That was one wild noir thriller ride! By the end of the book, you think you know what happened but you are not one hundred percent sure. The story, although ridiculously improbable, was nonetheless well constructed from a mystery point-of-view. Between all the twists and turns and interesting
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personalities, one scenario seems as plausible as another. By the end, your mind is spinning but it's fun, like a carnival ride! Show Less
LibraryThing member lenoreva
I have read this probably more times than any other book I own - that is how much I love this noir thriller about an amnesiac's search for identity. Really top notch.
LibraryThing member richardderus
I RECEIVED THIS DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA EDELWEISS+. THANK YOU.
STRONG CONTENT WARNING FOR ENCAVMAPHOBIA
My Review: As ever with this author, do not expect the usual, simple setting down of sentences to form beautiful images and sanguine characters, but the unsettling reversals of point of view and
Even when those people are in the same body. And no, there are no external markers of the changes. You have to work for your pleasures!
Pleasures there are, and aplenty, in this twisty tale of utterly unreliable narrators. Mi, Michèle, or Do, Domenica, or whoever she might be, is unreliable because her trauma...caught in a fire, either the perpetrartix or the intended victim of it, makes little difference after simply being trapped in a fire...has robbed her of her memory. Those around her are, to put it mildly, motivated by pecuniary gain and thus aren't entirely to be trusted. The doctor is no help to her in recovering her true self. But the more questions the narrator asks, the more she realizes that it's very, very possible that she simply does not want the answers to those questions.
What's wrong with simply...existing. Allowing the tidal wave of love and sympathy to sustain her. Whether or not she "deserves" it.
The concept of merit, of being worthy, of having one's just deserts, is a huge issue in this story. While there is no way that such a tale would be possible in the twenty-first century, when a simple DNA test would establish instantly and once and for all who she was, the way the plastic surgeon worked miracles for her is the primary obstacle to believability in this psychological horror story. I have seen a truly badly burned person and let me assure you they would not be passable in social settings. For the amnesia plot to work, however, there is a need to suspend this level of disbelief.
The sense of dread, of not knowing where one is in the life one is living, is a palpable horror. The idea of surviving a fire is traumatic enough...but to then realize that everyone around one is lying by omission, or directly...? How can that possibly be anything but a waking nightmare?
It is at this Rebecca-meets-Gaslight level that the book works best. Let go of the practical knowledge you possess as a 21st-century reader and travel back to 1963 (when the book first appeared in French) to allow this fearsome reality to submerge your sense of the firmess of your own foundations. Be there with Michèle...Domenica...whatever her name is.
Be there. That might very well be the epitaph of each of the people who die in this book, especially the ones sentenced to prison for crimes they might have, or did, commit. The crimes that, in the end, meant nothing...caused nothing that had not already happened. And isn't that just the awful way of crime? It's really, in the end, pointless.
Agonizing pain for pointless goals. How very, very noir.
STRONG CONTENT WARNING FOR ENCAVMAPHOBIA
My Review: As ever with this author, do not expect the usual, simple setting down of sentences to form beautiful images and sanguine characters, but the unsettling reversals of point of view and
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the sheer variety of events as told by people with different viewpoints.Even when those people are in the same body. And no, there are no external markers of the changes. You have to work for your pleasures!
Pleasures there are, and aplenty, in this twisty tale of utterly unreliable narrators. Mi, Michèle, or Do, Domenica, or whoever she might be, is unreliable because her trauma...caught in a fire, either the perpetrartix or the intended victim of it, makes little difference after simply being trapped in a fire...has robbed her of her memory. Those around her are, to put it mildly, motivated by pecuniary gain and thus aren't entirely to be trusted. The doctor is no help to her in recovering her true self. But the more questions the narrator asks, the more she realizes that it's very, very possible that she simply does not want the answers to those questions.
What's wrong with simply...existing. Allowing the tidal wave of love and sympathy to sustain her. Whether or not she "deserves" it.
The concept of merit, of being worthy, of having one's just deserts, is a huge issue in this story. While there is no way that such a tale would be possible in the twenty-first century, when a simple DNA test would establish instantly and once and for all who she was, the way the plastic surgeon worked miracles for her is the primary obstacle to believability in this psychological horror story. I have seen a truly badly burned person and let me assure you they would not be passable in social settings. For the amnesia plot to work, however, there is a need to suspend this level of disbelief.
The sense of dread, of not knowing where one is in the life one is living, is a palpable horror. The idea of surviving a fire is traumatic enough...but to then realize that everyone around one is lying by omission, or directly...? How can that possibly be anything but a waking nightmare?
It is at this Rebecca-meets-Gaslight level that the book works best. Let go of the practical knowledge you possess as a 21st-century reader and travel back to 1963 (when the book first appeared in French) to allow this fearsome reality to submerge your sense of the firmess of your own foundations. Be there with Michèle...Domenica...whatever her name is.
Be there. That might very well be the epitaph of each of the people who die in this book, especially the ones sentenced to prison for crimes they might have, or did, commit. The crimes that, in the end, meant nothing...caused nothing that had not already happened. And isn't that just the awful way of crime? It's really, in the end, pointless.
Agonizing pain for pointless goals. How very, very noir.
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Language
Original language
French
Original publication date
1962
Physical description
188 p.; 18.5 cm
ISBN
8700198110 / 9788700198111
Local notes
Omslag: Ikke angivet
Omslaget viser et kvindeansigt
Indskannet omslag - N650U - 150 dpi
Oversat fra fransk "Piège pour Cendrillon" af Merete Engberg
Omslaget viser et kvindeansigt
Indskannet omslag - N650U - 150 dpi
Oversat fra fransk "Piège pour Cendrillon" af Merete Engberg
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Pages
188
DDC/MDS
| 843.914 |