The truth about the Harry Quebert affair

Joël Dicker, 1985-

Book - 2014

" The #1 internationally bestselling thriller, and ingenious book within a book, about the disappearance of a 15-year-old New Hampshire girl and, 30 years later, a young American writer's determination to clear his mentor's name-and find the inspiration for his next bestseller August 30, 1975: the day fifteen-year-old Nola Kellergan is glimpsed fleeing through the woods before she disappears; the day Somerset, New Hampshire, lost its innocence. Thirty-three years later, Marcus Goldman, a successful young novelist, visits Somerset to see his mentor, Harry Quebert, one of America's most respected writers, and to find a cure for his writer's block as his publisher's deadline looms. But Marcus's plan...s are violently upended when Harry is suddenly and sensationally implicated in the cold-case murder of Nola Kellergan-whom, he admits, he had an affair with. As the national media convicts Harry, Marcus launches his own investigation, following a trail of clues through his mentor's books, the backwoods and isolated beaches of New Hampshire, and the hidden history of Somerset's citizens and the man they hold most dear. To save Harry, his writing career, and eventually even himself, Marcus must answer three questions, all of which are mysteriously connected: Who killed Nola Kellergan? What happened one misty morning in Somerset in the summer of 1975? And how do you write a successful and true novel? A global phenomenon, with sales approaching a million copies in France alone and rights sold in more than thirty countries, The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair is a fast-paced, tightly plotted, cinematic literary thriller, and an ingenious book within a book, by a dazzling young writer"--

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Suspense fiction
Published
New York, New York : Penguin Books 2014.
Language
English
French
Main Author
Joël Dicker, 1985- (-)
Other Authors
Sam Taylor, 1970- (translator)
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vii, 643 pages ; 22 cm
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9780143126683
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Review by New York Times Review

LET'S BE HONEST, no one likes literary Wunderkinder. Twentyeight-year-olds are bad enough. Twenty-eight-year-olds whose first books become blockbusters? That's just irritating. Joel Dicker, the 28-year-old Swiss author behind "The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair," doesn't even have the decency to write dreck. His darkly comic debut thriller (already a blockbuster in Europe!) is unimpeachably terrific. The book is written in the voice of another literary Wunderkind, Marcus Goldman. His first book, published when he was 28, met with blazing success and universal praise. He has a "plush apartment" in the Village, a Range Rover, a multi-book deal, a deadline and a secretary named Denise. He is a big deal. "Even the harshest critics on the East Coast all agreed: Young Marcus Goldman was destined to become one of our great writers." But Marcus has a problem. The book his public, and his publisher, are anxiously awaiting? He hasn't written it. Marcus has writer's block. "My terror of the blank page did not hit me suddenly," he tells us; "it crept over me bit by bit, as if my brain were slowly freezing up." Desperate to recover his mojo, Marcus seeks counsel from his Norman Mailer-like mentor, Harry Quebert, a gruff, grandiose, tough-talking romantic who uses boxing to illustrate writing tips and is best known for a book he wrote in the '70s. He is a font of wisdom. "Only write fiction," he advises Marcus. "Anything else will just bring you trouble." Harry lives in the coastal hamlet of Somerset, N.H. - a town that "no one had ever heard of," Dicker writes, "before it provided the setting for a scandal that shook the nation in the summer of 2008" - and he invites Marcus to his house to write. This doesn't go well. Marcus is a lousy houseguest. He's mopey and jealous and paralyzed by his desire to write a masterpiece. "Your overambitiousness always did get on my nerves," Harry tells him. "How old are you, exactly?" Marcus returns to New York, finds Denise another job and gives up all hope of making his deadline. Then his agent calls with shocking news. "My God, turn on the TV! It's about Harry Quebert! It's Quebert!" A dead teenage girl has been discovered buried on Harry's property and Harry has been arrested, kicking off "the biggest scandal in the history of publishing," and finally giving Marcus something to write about. The girl buried in Harry's yard is Ñola Kellergan, a local 15-yearold who has been missing since the summer of 1975, the very summer Harry first came to Somerset, and the summer he wrote his magnum opus, "The Origin of Evil." One thing is for sure: It definitely doesn't look good that a typed manuscript is discovered with the body. Is the improbable love story at the center of "The Origin of Evil" (winner of both the National Book Critics Circle Award and the National Book Award) in fact a true-life account of Harry's relationship with Nola? And what's up with the creepy title? Luckily, everyone from 1975 has stayed in town and is available for Marcus to interview. They just want to be listed in the acknowledgments. Dicker spins a playful, pageturning whodunit, dense with suspects, multiple timelines, contradicting stories, past sins, town secrets, personal entanglements and an array of colorful (suspiciously behaving) locals, including a disfigured chauffeur, a lovelorn cop and a depressed, motorcycle-riding minister. If Norman Mailer had been accused of murder and Truman Capote had collaborated with Dominick Dunne on a tell-all about it, the result might have turned out something like this. Though I suspect this version may be funnier. It's all very wry. At one point a local couple throw a fancy brunch for Harry, and the wife, who has promised her guests a big announcement, is forced to improvise when he doesn't show. "Robert has cancer," she informs her guests. "He's going to die." Dicker continues: "Everyone was deeply moved, including Robert himself, who had no idea and wondered when the doctor had called and why his wife had not told him." Marcus stays at Harry's beach house as he pieces together the puzzle and waits for the results of an improbably thorough handwriting analysis. But when he starts receiving threats, pressure mounts. He is in a race against time. But it's not the killer he's worried about, it's his publisher. Content is being leaked. Ghostwriters are waiting in the wings. The publisher wants more sex. Marcus is a self-entitled twerp, but he's our self-entitled twerp, and he is tireless in his effort to protect Harry and his legacy. He lives by Harry's writing maxims, peppered liberally throughout the book: "You see, boxing and writing are very similar. ..." Harry is full of gems. "If only orphans wrote books about orphans, we'd never get anywhere," he tells Marcus, criticizing the standard advice to write what you know. "You'd never be able to write about a mother, a father, a dog, an airplane pilot or the Russian Revolution unless you happened to be a mother, a father, a dog, an airplane pilot or a witness to the Russian Revolution. ... Literature would be impoverished and would lose all its meaning." There are heady notions at play: truth and storytelling, mentors and students, writers and publishers, perhaps even a thought or two about the state of American literature. It all gets very meta. Readers familiar with a certain breed of midcentury American literary lion may thrill at some references. (Harry's lawyer is named Roth.) If this seems overly lofty, don't hold it against the book. Even 28-year-olds sometimes sound smart. Dicker never makes the rest of us feel stupid. It is one of his most winning gifts as a writer. It's this light touch and engaging voice - impeccably translated from the French - that make the writing so infectious, and will probably make it a best seller here as well. "Nobody expects you to win the Pulitzer Prize," Marcus's agent tells him. "They like your books because they're cool, they're entertaining, and there's nothing wrong with that." "Is that really what you think? That I'm an entertaining writer?" Marcus responds. He is horrified. CHELSEA CAIN'S next thriller, "One Kick," will be published in August.

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Review by Booklist Review

This best-selling, award-winning, French literary thriller from a 28-year-old Swiss author has arrived in the U.S. with fanfare not heard since The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. So what is all the fuss about? That's puzzling. Jumping back and forth in time from 1975 to 2008, the novel is narrated by Marcus Goldman, a twentysomething writer whose first book was a smashing success but who is suffering from writer's block at the prospect of penning a follow-up. He travels to rural New Hampshire to visit his former professor and mentor, Harry Quebert, whose first novel was also a best-seller and brought him instant celebrity. But in the midst of the reunion, the body of a 15-year-old girl is discovered on Quebert's property and Quebert is arrested for murder. Goldman sets out to prove his mentor innocent, and in the process he writes his long-delayed second book, The Truth about the Harry Quebert Affair, which becomes even more successful than his first. With a plethora of suspects, readers are certain to be caught up in the drama by the the time the book ends, nearly every major character in the story has taken a turn as the likely killer. Beyond the whodunit aspect, however, readers may find themselves shaking their heads at the almost cartoonish characterizations and soap-operatic dialogue. The real mystery here is why we keep reading but, for some reason, we do.--Ott, Bill Copyright 2014 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Swiss author Dicker makes his U.S. debut with an ambitious, multilayered novel of suspense that's already an international bestseller. In 2008, Marcus Goldman, a Manhattan-based novelist suffering from writer's block, is under pressure to produce the follow-up to his sensational debut. He turns for help to his mentor, Harry Quebert, whose second novel, The Origin of Evil, was a huge critical and commercial success decades earlier. Marcus travels to Harry's home in Somerset, N.H., where he comes across letters and photos revealing that Harry had an affair the summer of 1975 with a 15-year-old girl, Nola Kellergan. Harry admits that Nola, who disappeared that same summer, inspired The Origin of Evil. A few months after Marcus's visit, the chance unearthing of Nola's remains on Harry's property leads to his arrest for murder. Marcus sets out to clear Harry's name-and promises his publisher to write a book about the experience. While at times unwieldy and repetitive, this tale of fame, friendship, loyalty, and fiction versus reality moves at warp speed. Eight-city author tour. (June) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

Swiss debut author Dicker has proven himself to be a talented new writer with this story of forbidden love, dashed hopes, and the darkness that lies inside all of us. Successful author Marcus Goldman, approaching his 30th birthday, is suffering from a severe case of writer's block. On a winter visit with a friend, renowned writer Harry Quebert, Marcus accidentally discovers that Harry was once in love with a 15-year-old girl who vanished in the mid-1970s from a small New Hampshire town. Marcus is drawn into the mystery as he decides to make this the subject of his second novel. So begins a sordid tale with labyrinthine plot twists, an ominous atmosphere, and characters who are never quite what they seem. Moving deftly between Marcus writing his book in 2008 and the events of the summer of 1975, the titles takes readers on a harrowing journey through a town's most shattering secrets. Verdict Fans of mystery and suspense novels will enjoy this clever melding of TV shows Twin Peaks and The Killing as well as a liberal dusting of themes from The Exorcist. Already an international best seller and a winner of three French literary prizes, this is an astonishing and clever treatise on the nature of evil.-Mariel Pachucki, Maple Valley, WA (c) Copyright 2014. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.*** Copyright © 2014 by Joel Dicker "Jesus, Marc, have you heard?" "Heard what?" "My God, turn on the T V! It's about Harry Quebert! It's Quebert!" I put on the news. To my amazement I saw the house at Goose Cove on the screen and heard the presenter say: "It was here, in his home in Somerset, New Hampshire, that author Harry Quebert was arrested today after police discovered human remains on his property. Initial inquiries suggest this may be the body of Nola Kellergan, a local girl who at the age of fifteen disappeared from her house in August 1975 and has never been seen since." The room began spinning around me, and I collapsed onto the couch in a daze. I couldn't hear anything clearly anymore--not the TV, nor Douglas, at the other end of the line, bellowing, "Marcus? Are you there? Hello? He killed a girl? Quebert killed a girl?" In my head, everything blurred together like a bad dream. So it was that I found out, at the same time as a stupefied America, what had happened a few hours earlier: That morning a landscaping company had arrived at Goose Cove, at Harry's request, to plant hydrangea bushes. When they dug up the earth, the gardeners found human bones buried three feet deep and had immediately informed the police. A whole skeleton had quickly been uncovered, and Harry had been arrested. On TV screen they cut between live broadcasts from Somerset and from Concord, sixty miles northwest, where Harry was in police custody. Apparently a clue found close to the body strongly suggested that here were the remains of Nola Kellergan; a police spokesman had already indicated that if this information was confirmed, Harry Quebert would also be named as a suspect in the murder of one Deborah Cooper, the last person to have seen Nola alive on August 30, 1975. Cooper had been found murdered the same day, after calling the police. It was appalling. The rumble grew ever louder as the news crossed the country in real time, relayed by television, radio, the Internet, and social networks: Harry Quebert, sixty-seven, one of the greatest authors of the second half of the twentieth century, was a child predator. It took me a long time to realize what was happening. Several hours, perhaps. At 8 p.m., when a worried Douglas came by to see how I was holding up, I was still convinced that the whole thing was a mistake. "How can they accuse him of two murders when they're not even sure it's the body of this Nola?" I said. "Well, there was a corpse buried in his yard, however you look at it." "But why would he have brought people in to dig up the place where he'd supposedly buried a body? It makes no sense! I have to go there." "Go where?" "New Hampshire. I have to defend Harry." Douglas replied with that down-to-earth Midwestern sobriety: "Absolutely not, Marcus. Don't go there. You don't want to get involved in this mess." "Harry called me . . ." "When? Today?" "About one this afternoon. I must have been the one telephone call he was allowed. I have to go there and support him! It's very important." "Important? What's important is your second book. I hope you haven't been taking me for a ride and that you really will have a manuscript ready by the end of the month. Barnaski is shitting bricks. Do you realize what's going to happen to Harry? Don't get mixed up in this, Marc. Don't screw up your career." On T V the state attorney general was giving a press conference. He listed the charges against Harry: kidnapping and two counts of murder. Harry was formally accused of having murdered Deborah Cooper and Nola Kellergan. And the punishment for these crimes, taken together, was death. Harry's fall was only just beginning. Footage of the preliminary hearing, which was held the next day, was broadcast on T V. We saw Harry arrive in the courtroom, tracked by dozens of T V cameras and illuminated by photolighting, handcuffed, and surrounded by policemen. He looked as if he had been through hell: somber faced, unshaven, hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned, eyes swollen. His lawyer, Benjamin Roth, stood next to him. Roth was a renowned attorney in Concord who had often advised Harry in the past. I knew him slightly, having met him a few times at Goose Cove. The whole country was able to watch the hearing live as Harry pleaded not guilty, and the judge ordered him remanded into custody in New Hampshire's State Prison for Men. But this was only the start of the storm. At that moment I still had the naive hope that it would all be over soon, but one hour after the hearing, I received a call from Benjamin Roth. "Harry gave me your number," he said. "He insisted I call. He wants you to know that he's innocent, that he didn't kill anybody." "I know he's innocent," I said. "Tell me how he's doing?" "Not too great, as you can imagine. The cops have been giving him a hard time. He admitted to having a fling with Nola the summer she disappeared." "I knew about Nola. What about the rest?" Roth hesitated a second before answering. "He denies it. But . . ." "But what?" I demanded. "Marcus, I'm not going to hide it from you. This is going to be difficult. The evidence is . . ." "The evidence is what ? Tell me, for God's sake!" "This has to stay a secret. No one can know." "I won't say a word. You can trust me." "Along with the girl's remains the investigators found the manuscript of The Origin of Evil ." "What?" "I'm telling you, the manuscript of that damn book was buried with her. Harry is in deep shit." "What does Harry say?" "He says he wrote that book for her. That she was always snooping around his home in Goose Cove, and that sometimes she would borrow his pages to read. He says that a few days before she disappeared, she took the manuscript home with her." "What? He wrote that book for her?" "Yes. But that can't get out, under any circumstances. You can imagine the scandal there'd be if the media found out that one of the bestselling books of the last fifty years is not a simple love story, like everyone thinks, but based on an illicit affair between a guy of thirty-four and a girl of fifteen . . ." "Can you get him released on bail?" "Bail? You don't understand how serious this is. There's no question of bail when it comes to capital crimes. The punishment he risks is lethal injection. Ten days from now his case will be presented to a grand jury, which will decide whether to pursue charges and hold a trial. It's just a formality. There's no doubt there will be a trial." "And in the meantime?" "He'll stay in prison." "But if he's innocent?" "That's the law. I'm telling you--this is a very serious situation. He's accused of murdering two people." I slumped back on the couch. I had to talk to Harry. "Ask him to call me!" I said to Roth. "I'll pass on your message." "Tell him I absolutely have to talk to him, and that I'm waiting for his call." Right after hanging up, I went to my bookshelves and found my copy of The Origin of Evil . Harry's inscription was on the first page: To Marcus, my most brilliant student Your friend, H. L. Quebert, May 1999 I immersed myself once again in that book, which I hadn't opened in years. It was a love story, mixing a straight narrative with epistolary passages, the story of a man and woman who loved each other without really being allowed to love each other. So he had written this book for that mysterious girl about whom I still knew nothing. I finished rereading it in the middle of the night, and contemplated the title. And for the first time I wondered what it meant: Why The Origin of Evil ? What kind of evil was Harry talking about? --------- Two days passed, during which the DNA analyses and dental impressions confirmed that the skeleton discovered at Goose Cove was indeed that of Nola Kellergan. The investigators were able to determine that the skeleton was that of a fifteen-year-old child, indicating that Nola had died more or less at the time of her disappearance. But, most important, a fracture at the back of the skull provided the certainty, even after more than thirty years, that Nola Kellergan had died from at least one blow to the head. I had no news of Harry. I tried to get in touch with him through the state police, through the prison, and through Roth, but without success. I paced my apartment, tormented by thousands of questions, plagued by the memory of his weird call. By the end of the weekend, I couldn't take it anymore, and I decided that I had little choice but to go to see what was happening in New Hampshire. Excerpted from The Truth about the Harry Quebert Affair by Joël Dicker All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.