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Fiction.
Horror.
Suspense.
Thriller.
HTML:Invite Hannibal Lecter into the palace of your mind and be invited into his mind palace in turn. Note the similarities in yours and his, the high vaulted chambers of your dreams, the shadowed halls, the locked storerooms where you dare not go, the scrap of half-forgotten music, the muffled cries from behind a wall. In one of the most eagerly anticipated literary events of the decade, Thomas Harris takes us once again into the mind of a killer, crafting a chilling portrait of insidiously evolving evilâ??a tour de force of psychological suspense. Seven years have passed since Dr. Hannibal Lecter escaped from custody, seven years since FBI Special Agent Clarice Starling interviewed him in a maximum security hospital for the criminally insane. The doctor is still at large, pursuing his own ineffable interests, savoring the scents, the essences of an unguarded world. But Starling has never forgotten her encounters with Dr. Lecter, and the metallic rasp of his seldom-used voice still sounds in her dreams. Mason Verger remembers Dr. Lecter, too, and is obsessed with revenge. He was Dr. Lecter's sixth victim, and he has survived to rule his own butcher's empire. From his respirator, Verger monitors every twitch in his worldwide web. Soon he sees that to draw the doctor, he must have the most exquisite and innocent-appearing bait; he must have what Dr. Lecter likes best. Powerful, hypnotic, utterly original, Hannibal is a dazzling feast for the imagination. Prepare to travel to hell and beyond as a master storyteller permanently alters the world you thought you knew. From the Hardcover edition.… (meer)
Oh boy, is this an epitome of involuntary humour. Or maybe voluntary, as I read that Harris was stalked by his publisher into writing a sequel to The Silence of the Lambs. I interpret the total, DouglasAdamesque, flamboyant unbelievability of story and characters as a form of cunning yet harmless vengeance. Proofs that the guy was taking the piss, when he wrote this thing:
The Sardinian killers WITH A SAUSAGE IN THE RIBBON OF THEIR HATS. Of course, every Sardinian walks about his business with a hat, and a sausage stuck in it.
The Florence inspector who goes to the opera on a regular basis, has a super-pussy, ambitious wife, and is a descendant of the Pazzi family. Beware, not because that individual character has these out-of-the-norm traits for some reason. He just happens to be, you know, Italian from Florence. They all go the opera, have gorgeous wives and descends from ancient families. Moreover if they are (mwahahahaaaahah) policemen. Seriously, whatever.
Now, it's been a decade since I read this thing. This mean that these pearls are all I remember, but there is more, way more, to it. Together with Giorgio Faletti's masterpiece of (seriously) involuntary humour, Io Uccido, this novel introduced me to the guilty pleasures of horrible, fascinating purple prose and out-of-the-world characterisation. ( )
I got the book when it initially came out, aboout 10 years after Silence of the Lambs had been published, knowing that they were already filming Hannibal. I thought it had the potential to be visually stunning - all those Italian scenes, but was also disturbed by the canniabilitic parts, especially at the end. Needless to say it spooked me enough not to see the film
Es un libro que se lee rápido y es entretenido, aunque el centro de la trama esta mas enfocado a las tramas internas del FBI y polÃtica que al doctor Hannibal. ( )
I love this book and have read it many times over the years. I recently started listening to the audio version and decided I had to reread it again. ( )
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You would think that such a day would tremble to begin...
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Clarice Starling's Mustang boomed up the entrance ramp at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms on Massachusetts Avenue, a headquarters rented from the Reverend Sun Myung Moon in the interest of economy.
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Fiction.
Horror.
Suspense.
Thriller.
HTML:Invite Hannibal Lecter into the palace of your mind and be invited into his mind palace in turn. Note the similarities in yours and his, the high vaulted chambers of your dreams, the shadowed halls, the locked storerooms where you dare not go, the scrap of half-forgotten music, the muffled cries from behind a wall. In one of the most eagerly anticipated literary events of the decade, Thomas Harris takes us once again into the mind of a killer, crafting a chilling portrait of insidiously evolving evilâ??a tour de force of psychological suspense. Seven years have passed since Dr. Hannibal Lecter escaped from custody, seven years since FBI Special Agent Clarice Starling interviewed him in a maximum security hospital for the criminally insane. The doctor is still at large, pursuing his own ineffable interests, savoring the scents, the essences of an unguarded world. But Starling has never forgotten her encounters with Dr. Lecter, and the metallic rasp of his seldom-used voice still sounds in her dreams. Mason Verger remembers Dr. Lecter, too, and is obsessed with revenge. He was Dr. Lecter's sixth victim, and he has survived to rule his own butcher's empire. From his respirator, Verger monitors every twitch in his worldwide web. Soon he sees that to draw the doctor, he must have the most exquisite and innocent-appearing bait; he must have what Dr. Lecter likes best. Powerful, hypnotic, utterly original, Hannibal is a dazzling feast for the imagination. Prepare to travel to hell and beyond as a master storyteller permanently alters the world you thought you knew. From the Hardcover edition.
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Zeven jaar zijn verstreken sinds de beruchtste seriemoordenaar aller tijden ontsnapte uit gevangenschap. Dr. Hannibal Lecter waart nog steeds rond, genietend van de smaken en geuren van een weinig behoedzame wereld. Maar FBI-agente Clarice Starling is haar ontmoetingen met de dokter niet vergeten, en zijn raspende stem spookt nog steeds door haar dromen. Ook Mason Verger herinnert zich dr. Lecter. Hij was zijn zesde slachtoffer. Verger is de schatrijke eigenaar van een varkensslachtimperium en wordt geobsedeerd door wraak. Vanuit zijn beademingsapparaat heeft Verger een wereldwijd net gesponnen. Maar om de dokter te vangen, heeft hij een exquis en onschuldig ogend lokaas nodig; datgene wat Lecter het beste smaakt.
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Proofs that the guy was taking the piss, when he wrote this thing:
The Sardinian killers WITH A SAUSAGE IN THE RIBBON OF THEIR HATS. Of course, every Sardinian walks about his business with a hat, and a sausage stuck in it.
The Florence inspector who goes to the opera on a regular basis, has a super-pussy, ambitious wife, and is a descendant of the Pazzi family. Beware, not because that individual character has these out-of-the-norm traits for some reason. He just happens to be, you know, Italian from Florence. They all go the opera, have gorgeous wives and descends from ancient families. Moreover if they are (mwahahahaaaahah) policemen. Seriously, whatever.
SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER
The whole story of (SPOILER!!!) Clarice's kidnapping and romantic dinner. I actually appreciated. At the time, I would have sold my mother to eat my boss's brain sliced and sautéed.
END OF SPOILER
Now, it's been a decade since I read this thing. This mean that these pearls are all I remember, but there is more, way more, to it. Together with Giorgio Faletti's masterpiece of (seriously) involuntary humour, Io Uccido, this novel introduced me to the guilty pleasures of horrible, fascinating purple prose and out-of-the-world characterisation. (