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Riptide - SIGNED - John Lawton
2001 English hardback first edition, 1st impression, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, London A fine unread book in fine unclipped dust jacket Signed on the title page by the author No other names or stamps etc Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears Set in 1941, featuring Sergeant Troy and his first case. High quality work from this acclaimed author A superb copy and a bargain! For Sale at £22 (approx $37) *P3 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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It was an irrational moment. A surrender of logic to the perilous joy of common nonsense. When the train stopped between stations on the S-Bahn, Stahl felt exposed, fearful for his life in a way that made no sense. High on the creaking metal latticework, the train tortured the tracks and juddered to a halt. Then the lights went out and Stahl knew that there was an air raid on. Yet again the RAF had got through to a city that the Fiihrer had told them would never see a British plane or hear the crash of a British bomb. Berlin the impregnable, some of whose citizens now trembled and wept in the darkness, packed into a swaying train, high above the streets. It was irrational. He was no more at risk here than on the ground. It just seemed that way — as though to be stuck on the elevated tracks like a bird on the wire made him into ... a sitting duck. He recalled a phrase of his father's from the last war, one every old Austrian soldier used occasionally — every old British soldier too, he was certain — 'If it's got your name on it. . .' which meant that death was inevitable, and urged a grinning stoicism on those about to die. The raid distracted him. He had been pretending to read a newspaper. He always did when he waited for the word. Tonight he had been oddly confident that there would be word. So confident, he became worried that he would miss her. More than once he had carried the pretence into practice, and had been caught engrossed in some nonsense in the Volkischer Beobachter and all but oblivious when she had brushed past him and muttered a single sentence. |
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