Ο προδότης
Jonas Mostrom, 2022
Literary fiction Mystery, thriller & crimeHorror
A Stockholm crime thriller where a writer is forced to manufacture propaganda—and finds the cost of surrendering his own words harder to escape than surveillance.
Feels like unease, dread and curiosity. About power, society and identity.
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The uncanny begins when the impossible speaks plainly.
Ένας νεαρός άντρας με σβησμένο βλέμμα και ARNE DAHL & JONAS MOSTRÖM 14 ένα ορθάνοιχτο, σχεδόν αυτόφωτο στόμα. Και παρόλο που ο νεαρός άντρας είναι ολοφάνερα νεκρός, μιλάει, με καθαρή αλλά μηχανική φωνή. Και λέει: «…και άνθρωποι τέτοιου τύπου αξίζουν να πεθάνουν…» Και τότε είναι που μπατάρει το κανό. Ο Τομ Μποργ έκλεισε το κινητό και κοίταξε αρκετή ώρα μέσα από το ματάκι της εξώπορτας. Το ίδιο έκανε κάθε φορά που πήγαινε στο μόνο μέρος όπου μπορούσε ν’ ανασάνει πραγματικά. Αυτό δεν μπορούσε να το κάνει στο μεγάλο διαμέρισμα της Φιελγκάταν, που το ένιωθε όλο και μεγαλύτερο, όλο και πιο σιωπηλό, κάθε νύχτα. Το κλιμακοστάσιο ήταν έρημο, ως συνήθως – και όπως πάντα, έβλεπε μέσα του το γαλανό και το πράσινο μάτι που πριν από έναν χρόνο και ενενήντα τέσσερις ημέρες είχαν καρφωθεί πάνω του, αντιγυρίζοντας το βλέμμα που τους είχε ρίξει. Jonas Mostrom.Jonas Moström is a Swedish physician as well as a crime novelist; Arne Dahl is the pen name of Jan Arnald.
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