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A complusively readable riff on the classic detective novel from America''s most inventive novelist

Winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award and a New York Times Notable Book

"Utterly original and deeply moving." Esquire


Brooklyn''s very own self-appointed Human Freakshow, Lionel Essrog is an orphan whose Tourettic impulses drive him to bark, count, and rip apart our language in startling and original ways. Together with three veterans of the St. Vincent''s Home for Boys, he works for small-time mobster Frank Minna''s limo service cum detective agency. Life without Frank Minna, the charismatic King of Brooklyn, would be unimaginable, so who cares if the tasks he sets them are, well, not exactly legal.

But when Frank is fatally stabbed, one of Lionel''s colleagues lands in jail, the other two vie for his position, and the victim''s widow skips town. Lionel''s world is suddenly topsy-turvy, and this outcast who has trouble even conversing attempts to untangle the threads of the case while trying to keep the words straight in his head. 

Motherless Brooklyn is a brilliantly original, captivating homage to the classic detective novel by one of the most acclaimed writers of his generation.

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"The best novel of the year. . . . Utterly original and deeply moving." -- Esquire

"Philip Marlowe would blush. And tip his fedora." -- Newsweek

"Finding out whodunit is interesting enough, but it''s more fun watching Lethem unravel the mysteries of his Tourettic creation. In this case, it takes one trenchant wordsmith to know another." -- Time

"Immerses us in the mind''s dense thicket, a place where words split and twine in an ever-deepening tangle." -- The New York Times Book Review

"Who but Jonathan Lethem would attempt a half-satirical cross between a literary novel and a hard-boiled crime story narrated by an amateur detective with Tourette''s syndrome?...The dialogue crackles with caustic hilarity...Jonathan Lethem is a verbal performance artisit...Unexpectedly moving." -- The Boston Globe

"With one unique and well-imagined character, Jonathan Lethem has turned a genre on its ear. He doesn''t just push the envelope, he gives it a swift kick... A tour de force." -- The Denver Post

"Wonderfully inventive, slightly absurdist... [ Motherless Brooklyn] is funny and sly, clever, compelling, and endearing." -- USA Today

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From America''s most inventive novelist, Jonathan Lethem, comes this compelling and compulsive riff on the classic detective novel.

Lionel Essrog is Brooklyn''s very own self-appointed Human Freakshow, an orphan whose Tourettic impulses drive him to bark, count, and rip apart our language in startling and original ways.  Together with three veterans of the St. Vincent''s Home for Boys, he works for small-time mobster Frank Minna''s limo service cum detective agency. Life without Frank Minna, the charismatic King of Brooklyn, would be unimaginable, so who cares if the tasks he sets them are, well, not exactly legal. But when Frank is fatally stabbed, one of Lionel''s colleagues lands in jail, the other two vie for his position, and the victim''s widow skips town. Lionel''s world is suddenly topsy-turvy, and this outcast who has trouble even conversing attempts to untangle the threads of the case while trying to keep the words straight in his head.   Motherless Brooklyn is a brilliantly original homage to the classic detective novel by one of the most acclaimed writers of his generation.

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From America''s most inventive novelist, Jonathan Lethem, comes this compelling and compulsive riff on the classic detective novel.
Lionel Essrog is Brooklyn''s very own self-appointed Human Freakshow, an orphan whose Tourettic impulses drive him to bark, count, and rip apart our language in startling and original ways. Together with three veterans of the St. Vincent''s Home for Boys, he works for small-time mobster Frank Minna''s limo service cum detective agency. Life without Frank Minna, the charismatic King of Brooklyn, would be unimaginable, so who cares if the tasks he sets them are, well, not exactly legal. But when Frank is fatally stabbed, one of Lionel''s colleagues lands in jail, the other two vie for his position, and the victim''s widow skips town. Lionel''s world is suddenly topsy-turvy, and this outcast who has trouble even conversing attempts to untangle the threads of the case while trying to keep the words straight in his head. Motherless Brooklyn is a brilliantly original homage to the classic detective novel by one of the most acclaimed writers of his generation.

About the Author

Jonathan Lethem is the author of six novels, including the best sellers  The Fortress of Solitude,  which was a New York Times Book Review Editors'' Choice for one of the best books of 2003, and Mother Brooklyn, which won the National Book Critics Circle Award and was named novel of the year by Esquire, McSweeney''s, Tin House, The New York TImes, the Paris Review, and a variety of other periodicals and anthologies. He lives in Brooklyn, New York, and in Maine.

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Context is everything. Dress me up and see. I''m a carnival barker, an auctioneer, a downtown performance artist, a speaker in tongues, a senator drunk on filibuster. I''ve got Tourette''s. My mouth won''t quit, though mostly I whisper or subvocalize like I''m reading aloud, my Adam''s apple bobbing, jaw muscle beating like a miniature heart under my cheek, the noise suppressed, the words escaping silently, mere ghosts of themselves, husks empty of breath and tone. (If I were a Dick Tracy villain, I''d have to be Mumbles.) In this diminished form the words rush out of the cornucopia of my brain to course over the surface of the world, tickling reality like fingers on piano keys. Caressing, nudging. They''re an invisible army on a peacekeeping mission, a peaceable horde. They mean no harm. They placate, interpret, massage. Everywhere they''re smoothing down imperfections, putting hairs in place, putting ducks in a row, replacing divots. Counting and polishing the silver. Patting old ladies gently on the behind, eliciting a giggle. Only--here''s the rub--when they find too much perfection, when the surface is already buffed smooth, the ducks already orderly, the old ladies complacent, then my little army rebels, breaks into the stores. Reality needs a prick here and there, the carpet needs a flaw. My words begin plucking at threads nervously, seeking purchase, a weak point, a vulnerable ear. That''s when it comes, the urge to shout in the church, the nursery, the crowded movie house. It''s an itch at first. Inconsequential. But that itch is soon a torrent behind a straining dam. Noah''s flood. That itch is my whole life. Here it comes now. Cover your ears. Build an ark.

"Eat me!" I scream.

* * *

"Maufishful," said Gilbert Coney in response to my outburst, not even turning his head. I could barely make out the words--"My mouth is full"--both truthful and a joke, lame. Accustomed to my verbal ticcing, he didn''t usually bother to comment. Now he nudged the bag of White Castles in my direction on the car seat, crinkling the paper. "Stuffinyahole."

Coney didn''t rate any special consideration from me. "Eatmeeatmeeatme," I shrieked again, letting off more of the pressure in my head. Then I was able to concentrate. I helped myself to one of the tiny burgers. Unwrapping it, I lifted the top of the bun to examine the grid of holes in the patty, the slime of glistening cubed onions. This was another compulsion. I always had to look inside a White Castle, to appreciate the contrast of machine-tooled burger and nubbin of fried goo. kaos and control. Then I did more or less as Gilbert had suggested--pushed it into my mouth whole. The ancient slogan Buy ''em by the sack humming deep in my head, jaw working to grind the slider into swallowable chunks, I turned back to stare out the window at the house.

Food really mellows me out.

We were putting a stakeout on 109 East Eighty-fourth Street, a lone town house pinned between giant doorman apartment buildings, in and out of the foyers of which bicycle deliverymen with bags of hot Chinese flitted like tired moths in the fading November light. It was dinner hour in Yorktown. Gilbert Coney and I had done our part to join the feast, detouring up into Spanish Harlem for the burgers. There''s only one White Castle left in Manhattan, on East 103rd. It''s not as good as some of the suburban outlets. You can''t watch them prepare your order anymore, and to tell the truth I''ve begun to wonder if they''re microwaving the buns instead of steaming them. Alas. Taking our boodle of thusly compromised sliders and fries back downtown, we double-parked in front of the target address until a spot opened up. It only took a couple of minutes, though by that time the doormen on either side had made us--made us as out-of-place and nosy anyway. We were driving the Lincoln, which didn''t have the "T"-series license plates or stickers or anything else to identify it as a Car Service vehicle. And we were large men, me and Gilbert. They probably thought we were cops. It didn''t matter. We chowed and watched.

Not that we knew what we were doing there. Minna had sent us without saying why, which was usual enough, even if the address wasn''t. Minna Agency errands mostly stuck us in Brooklyn, rarely far from Court Street, in fact. Carroll Gardens and Cobble Hill together made a crisscrossed game board of Frank Minna''s alliances and enmities, and me and Gil Coney and the other Agency Men were the markers--like Monopoly pieces, I sometimes thought, tin automobiles or terriers (not top hats, surely)--to be moved around that game board. Here on the Upper East Side we were off our customary map, Automobile and Terrier in Candyland--or maybe in the study with Colonel Mustard.

"What''s that sign?" said Coney. He pointed with his glistening chin at the town house doorway. I looked.

" ''Yorkville Zendo,'' " I read off the bronze plaque on the door, and my fevered brain processed the words and settled with interest on the odd one. "Eat me Zendo!" I muttered through clenched teeth.

Gilbert took it, rightly, as my way of puzzling over the unfamiliarity. "Yeah, what''s that Zendo? What''s that?"

"Maybe like Zen," I said.

"I don''t know from that."

"Zen like Buddhism," I said. "Zen master, you know."

"Zen master?"

"You know, like kung-fu master."

"Hrrph," said Coney.

And so after this brief turn at investigation we settled back into our complacent chewing. Of course after any talk my brain was busy with at least some low-level version of echolalia salad: Don''t know from Zendo, Ken-like Zung Fu, Feng Shui master, Fungo bastard, Zen masturbation, Eat me! But it didn''t require voicing, not now, not with White Castles to unscrew, inspect and devour. I was on my third. I fit it into my mouth, then glanced up at the doorway of One-oh-nine, jerking my head as if the building had been sneaking up on me. Coney and the other Minna Agency operatives loved doing stakeouts with me, since my compulsiveness forced me to eyeball the site or mark in question every thirty seconds or so, thereby saving them the trouble of swiveling their necks. A similar logic explained my popularity at wiretap parties--give me a key list of trigger words to listen for in a conversation and I''d think about nothing else, nearly jumping out of my clothes at hearing the slightest hint of one, while the same task invariably drew anyone else toward blissful sleep.

While I chewed on number three and monitored the uneventful Yorkville Zendo entrance my hands busily frisked the paper sack of Castles, counting to be sure I had three remaining. We''d purchased a bag of twelve, and not only did Coney know I had to have my six, he also knew he was pleasing me, tickling my Touretter''s obsessive-compulsive instincts, by matching my number with his own. Gilbert Coney was a big lug with a heart of gold, I guess. Or maybe he was just trainable. My tics and obsessions kept the other Minna Men amused, but also wore them out, made them weirdly compliant and complicit.

A woman turned from the sidewalk onto the stoop of the town house and went up to the door. Short dark hair, squarish glasses, that was all I saw before her back was to us. She wore a pea coat. Sworls of black hair at her neck, under the boyish haircut. Twenty-five maybe, or maybe eighteen.

"She''s going in," said Coney.

"Look, she''s got a key," I said.

"What''s Frank want us to do?"

"Just watch. Take a note. What time is it?"

Coney crumpled another Castle wrapper and pointed at the glove compartment. "You take a note. It''s six forty-five."

I popped the compartment--the click-release of the plastic latch was a delicious hollow sound, which I knew I''d want to repeat, at least approximately--and found the small notebook inside. GIRL, I wrote, then crossed it out. WOMAN, HAIR, GLASSES, KEY. 6:45. The notes were to myself, since I only had to be able to report verbally to Minna. If that. For all we knew, he might want us out here to scare someone, or to wait for some delivery. I left the notebook beside the Castles on the seat between us and slapped the compartment door shut again, then delivered six redundant slaps to the same spot to ventilate my brain''s pressure by reproducing the hollow thump I''d liked. Six was a lucky number tonight, six burgers, six forty-five. So six slaps.

* * *

For me, counting and touching things and repeating words are all the same activity. Tourette''s is just one big lifetime of tag, really. The world (or my brain--same thing) appoints me it, again and again. So I tag back.

Can it do otherwise? If you''ve ever been it you know the answer.

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Sylvia Weiser Wendel
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Coulda Been a Contender
Reviewed in the United States on May 1, 2019
Jonathan Lethem set out to write a contemporary noir novel, one set in the New York City he knows, and in that light he has succeeded. Large cast of colorful characters? Check. Snappy bitten-off dialogue with lots of local references? Check. A good girl and a bad girl?... See more
Jonathan Lethem set out to write a contemporary noir novel, one set in the New York City he knows, and in that light he has succeeded. Large cast of colorful characters? Check. Snappy bitten-off dialogue with lots of local references? Check. A good girl and a bad girl? Check. A killer giant? Check. A complicated plot that gets neatly summed up at the end? Check.

Then he throws in the kitchen sink. Japanese megafirms, Zen Buddhism, Prince... and a narrator with Tourette’s syndrome.

Does it work? Yes, if you want a fast read that’s well-written, with a likable protagonist. If you are interested in Tourette’s, for any reason. I have no idea if the speech and behaviors — the compulsive touching, the flapping hands, the triggers that start or end an attack — are realistic. They are certainly convincing.

So why three stars? Well — ultimately, it’s still piffle. Lethem is a skilled writer, capable of tossing off a memorable phrase or conjuring up a visual image, but his talents here are in the service of a lesser god. In other words, it’s genre. Colorful cardboard is still cardboard, which is how his characters start and end. Snappy dialogue out of the side of the mouth is a convention, just like the cars and the cigarettes and the Italian mama in a tiny slummy kitchen and the sad, incompetent NYPD detective — except that this time he’s African-American, big blow for originality. Not. The plot drags. The “zany” shtick — Buddhists! Monks! Japanese executives! — falls flat. Ok, cool, he dreamed it up, but what for? Zany needs a purpose.

Lethem’s love for the genre and its conventions shines forth from every page, and in many ways is one of the best things about this novel. He loved it; he ached to do it; he did it. For this reader, and I say this with regrets, the effect is like watching a brilliant impersonator. Reading a work of fiction should be something else entirely.
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Peter Hillman
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Wow Can He Tell a Story!
Reviewed in the United States on February 24, 2019
Enthralling, different, layered, with idiosyncratic characters the reader comes to like and worry about. Totally caught up in the story, just complex enough. Terrific imagery. Liked it so much, bought another Lethem--used paperback. Alas, college student... See more
Enthralling, different, layered, with idiosyncratic characters the reader comes to like and worry about. Totally caught up in the story, just complex enough. Terrific imagery.

Liked it so much, bought another Lethem--used paperback. Alas, college student previous owner, reading quite closely with instruction, as full of wonderful markings, notes, highlighting. Full price for Mr. Lethem next time!
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Duncan Idaho
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Long live Lionel Essrog...
Reviewed in the United States on December 26, 2019
I decided to read this book once the Edward Norton film had been released, wanting to have my own understanding of the story before Norton’s interpretation painted the picture for me. I’m glad I did, mostly because it appears that the film does not faithfully follow the... See more
I decided to read this book once the Edward Norton film had been released, wanting to have my own understanding of the story before Norton’s interpretation painted the picture for me. I’m glad I did, mostly because it appears that the film does not faithfully follow the book, so I may end up with two stories for the price of one.

I was not familiar with Jonathan Lethem prior to discovering the book but in true Lionel Essrog fashion I will now have to let my Lethem tic run its course. Of course, I will read more. I found this book to be, to use a cliché, a “page turner”. Compelling and fluid writing style, despite the jerky, disjointed character of the main protagonist. I don’t know if Tourette’s is a form of autism, but Lionel is a fascinating man, being so smart, yet so naive, all at the same time. I especially liked the way you don’t learn about key events in the book simply because Lionel didn’t experience them first hand. A lesser author might have tried to fudge an explanation simply in order to fill the gaps. Gaps are good. There’s nothing wrong with having your own imagination fill in certain parts of the story. All in all a very good read.
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Edward Norton
Reviewed in the United States on November 13, 2019
I chose this book because of an interview I saw with Edward Norton. I think he is a genius actor and he read this book and wanted to make it into a movie. I am certain that he is considerably deeper in thought and more intelligent than I. Therefore, I can honestly say, I... See more
I chose this book because of an interview I saw with Edward Norton. I think he is a genius actor and he read this book and wanted to make it into a movie. I am certain that he is considerably deeper in thought and more intelligent than I. Therefore, I can honestly say, I don''t get it.
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S.M.C.
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Thoroughly enjoyed this book
Reviewed in the United States on November 3, 2019
Five orphans are taken under the wing of a small time hustler, Frank Minna. They gradually become the Minna Men. Detectives? Well, at least one of them, Lionel, thinks so. The story is told by Lionel Essrog, a young man afflicted with Tourette''s syndrome.... See more
Five orphans are taken under the wing of a small time hustler, Frank Minna. They gradually become the Minna Men. Detectives? Well, at least one of them, Lionel, thinks so.

The story is told by Lionel Essrog, a young man afflicted with Tourette''s syndrome. Lionel''s Tourette syndrome makes him both annoying and endearing. Many people simply think he is crazy. There were times when Lionel''s tics made me laugh out loud, even while I imagined how difficult not being able to control outbursts must be for someone with Lionel''s problem. As he works to unravel the truth behind Frank, his affliction is both a curse and a blessing.
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DWJ
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Ok, but not great.
Reviewed in the United States on May 3, 2020
*No spoilers* I came into this excited about the movie, but I prefer to read the book beforehand. So, I did. Now, I’m debating on watching the movie at all. It’s a detective novel, but I didn’t feel as much suspense or surprise as I would’ve... See more
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I came into this excited about the movie, but I prefer to read the book beforehand. So, I did. Now, I’m debating on watching the movie at all.

It’s a detective novel, but I didn’t feel as much suspense or surprise as I would’ve imagined.

I did like the fact that Lionel has Tourette’s, but it feels like the setting is modern enough, more people would understand his affliction.

In the end, I had a hard time feeling empathy for ANY of the characters.

Took me a relatively long time to read, because no matter where I ended up taking a break, I didn’t “NEED” to get back and see what happened next...
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AC
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Modern Noir Detective Tale Told Exceedingly Well
Reviewed in the United States on October 20, 2020
I read this book because I saw the 2019 movie starring the super talented Edward Norton, Alec Baldwin, Bruce Willis, Bobby Cannavale, Willem Dafoe … You get the idea, it’s an amazing cast! I love classic gumshoe detective stories. Additionally, Tourette’s Syndrome is not a... See more
I read this book because I saw the 2019 movie starring the super talented Edward Norton, Alec Baldwin, Bruce Willis, Bobby Cannavale, Willem Dafoe … You get the idea, it’s an amazing cast! I love classic gumshoe detective stories. Additionally, Tourette’s Syndrome is not a typical characteristic of a lead actor in a Hollywood movie, particularly when that movie is not solely about that illness, but merely a defining feature of the main character.

When I read the book, I was quite startled at the stark differences in the book and the movie. Lionel is a detective and an orphan who works for low-level, charismatic Frank Minna along with three other orphans from St. Vincent’s Home for Boys. Frank is murdered, and Frank’s widow skips town to unknown destinations quickly after Frank’s death. Lionel is set on solving Frank’s murder. That is where the story similarities end. (I am going to focus on the book from here.)

The book was written in 1999 and is set in that present day. The book delves deeply into Lionel’s childhood, giving us deeper understanding of Lionel’s Tourette’s and compulsions. It also makes Lionel a more lonely and alienated man living in a society that does not understand him and consistently underestimates him.

As the story unfolds, tension grows between Lionel and the other member’s of “Frank’s Boys”. Lionel doesn’t trust anyone but himself, and he sets about to solve this murder on his own. The investigation takes him throughout New York, and puts him in the position Frank shielded him from: interacting with people and exposing his tics.

The story is well paced and exciting. Lionel is a whip-smart and engaging hero made sympathetic by the compulsions beyond his control. Readers feel his loneliness and isolation, which makes us eager to see him succeed in his quest, as though that victory will give him some relief from that solitude.

I loved this story. I loved the characters, the tension and New York in the late 90s. It was not at all what I expected, but everything I wanted from a true detective novel.
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anthony b.
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Undermines my opinion of the National Book Critics Circle Award
Reviewed in the United States on February 12, 2020
If I''d gone into this book with low-to-average expectations, I probably would have liked it. Going into it with high expectations left me bitterly underwhelmed. Lionel is a great character, but the story fails to properly use or develop much of its supporting cast, in... See more
If I''d gone into this book with low-to-average expectations, I probably would have liked it. Going into it with high expectations left me bitterly underwhelmed. Lionel is a great character, but the story fails to properly use or develop much of its supporting cast, in comparison to most detective novels. The ending felt relatively unfulfilling and abrupt. Not a story I expect to find myself recommending or re-reading any time soon.
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J. Tanner
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Lacked pace and characterisation
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 11, 2018
The synopsis and reviews made this book sound very interesting and it looked like a different take on the standard detective novel. The inclusion of Tourette''s as a feature of the main character was unusual and seemed to have the potential to make the main protagonist an...See more
The synopsis and reviews made this book sound very interesting and it looked like a different take on the standard detective novel. The inclusion of Tourette''s as a feature of the main character was unusual and seemed to have the potential to make the main protagonist an unusual and complex character. But, I found the writing style strangely flat and most of the characters too thinly described to the point where I didn''t really care about them. I assumed that Tourette''s would be as much a character as the people but in a lot of the story it is peripheral to what was going on. I got 50% of the way through and realised that as I was reading I was thinking about other things and was finding the plot a bit tedious and slow. If the main character had been a bit more fully realised I might have ploughed on but there are other better books to spend time with so I''ve abandoned this one at least for now.
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Chanatkins
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Great read with memorable characters
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 16, 2019
In researching Tourette''s Syndrome for my own writing, I came across this book in a list of fiction with characters who have Tourette''s, and I really liked the sound of it. Essentially a gritty and darkly humourous gangster/crime thriller, Motherless Brooklyn has a...See more
In researching Tourette''s Syndrome for my own writing, I came across this book in a list of fiction with characters who have Tourette''s, and I really liked the sound of it. Essentially a gritty and darkly humourous gangster/crime thriller, Motherless Brooklyn has a wonderful and memorable protagonist in the form of Tourette''s sufferer, Lionel Essrog. Lionel grew up in an orphanage and became one of four boys picked and groomed by local tough guy Frank Minna to join his crew. The book is split into sections starting with present day where Minna is murdered and Lionel is determined to find out why and by whom. It then takes us back to the past and explains how Lionel and the other boys were picked and trained by Minna, whose car service was a front for a detective agency. I loved the way Lionel investigated the murder of his boss, because of his Tourette''s, people assumed him to be crazy and weird and for that reason often underestimated him. A great read that taught me a lot about Tourette''s. I would love to more from this author.
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Nearvana
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Simple, but great
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 18, 2020
Its not the worlds most complex story -it''s s detective story - but it''s engrossing and expertly executed. I have no idea what Tourettes is really like, but it was believably portrayed and came across as simply an attribute of the character, not a gimmick. I loved the Zen...See more
Its not the worlds most complex story -it''s s detective story - but it''s engrossing and expertly executed. I have no idea what Tourettes is really like, but it was believably portrayed and came across as simply an attribute of the character, not a gimmick. I loved the Zen parts - they gave the book a Pynchonesque feel. Not quite sure how they''ve made a film of it though, as a significant part is internal dialogue... Recommended
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holl
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Great Storyline with stand out characters
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 8, 2019
Excellent read giving a deep insight into a hero with Tourette’s which he somehow uses to enhance his other senses whilst ploughing head first through a sequence of interwoven exciting criminal events - looking forward to the film
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Very heavy and at times monotonous reading. No wiser at the end than at the start.
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on November 17, 2020
This was a very difficult book to read. I kept hoping it would get better but it never did. I always finish a book once I start it but many times felt like giving this one up. I could not understand what it was about except Frank Minna''s murder and a an with Tourettes...See more
This was a very difficult book to read. I kept hoping it would get better but it never did. I always finish a book once I start it but many times felt like giving this one up. I could not understand what it was about except Frank Minna''s murder and a an with Tourettes disease. Would not recommend this book although some people may like it.
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