Books by A. L. Snijders

Night Train

by Martin Amis, A. L. Snijders, Gordon Osing

NATIONAL BESTSELLER • Fusing brilliant wordplay with all the elements of a classic whodunit, "Amis has created a quicksilver narrative that grabs the reader and refuse to let go” (The New York Times).

"Dazzling.... Whistles into the police-procedural structure only to blow it to bits." —Wall Street Journal

Detective Mike Hoolihan has seen it all. A fifteen-year veteran of the force, she's gone from walking a beat, to robbery, to homicide. But one case—this case—has gotten under her skin.

When Jennifer Rockwell, darling of the community and daughter of a respected career cop—now top brass—takes her own life, no one is prepared to believe it. Especially her father, Colonel Tom. Homicide Detective Mike Hoolihan, longtime colleague and friend of Colonel Tom, is ready to "put the case down." Suicide. Closed. Until Colonel Tom asks her to do the one thing any grieving father would ask: take a second look.

Not since his celebrated novel Money has Amis turned his focus on America to such remarkable effect. Amis exposes a world where surfaces are suspect (no matter how perfect), where paranoia is justified (no matter how pervasive), and where power and pride are brought low by the hidden recesses of our humanity.

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Night Train

by Martin Amis, A. L. Snijders, Gordon Osing

Brevity is the soul of beauty in these tiny masterworks of short short fiction Gorgeously translated by Lydia Davis, the miniature stories of A. L. Snijders might concern a lost shoe, a visit with a bat, fears of travel, a dream of a man who has lost a glass eye: uniting them is their concision and their vivacity. Lydia Davis in her introduction delves into her fascination with the pleasures and challenges of translating from a language relatively new to her. She also extols Snijders’s “straightforward approach to storytelling, his modesty and his thoughtfulness.”
Selected from many hundreds in the original Dutch, the stories gathered here―humorous, or bizarre, or comfortingly homely―are something like daybook entries, novels-in-brief, philosophical meditations, or events recreated from life, but―inhabiting the borderland between fiction and reality―might best be described as autobiographical mini-fables.
This morning at 11:30, in the full sun, I go up into the hayloft where I haven’t been for years. I climb over boxes and shelving, and open the door. A frightened owl flies straight at me, dead quiet, as quiet as a shadow can fly, I look into his eyes―he’s a large owl, it’s not strange that I’m frightened too, we frighten each other. I myself thought that owls never move in the daytime. What the owl thinks about me, I don’t know.

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Night Train

by Martin Amis, A. L. Snijders, Gordon Osing

Jake,
Jaime, jambe, jamnes, iacob, jacobus, James, the “leg grabber,” which evolution alludes to incorporation of the law into Faith, which seems not possible unless the OT presides in thought, word and deed, the Gospel is modified and Paul leaves the Levant in a snit. I wouldn’t pull your leg in matters of this importance. We both know Europe’s history of fucking the world for Jesus, Heaven for burial insurance. Ok, no Heart of Darkness is on stage here. “Everybody Knows” the Leonard Cohen song, and Graham Greene’s soldier priest. in The Comedians, putting the kabosh on those who righteously believe in doing nothing.
The Gospel, is either political or merely fabulous, and, as luck has it, my pilgrimage goes on, if often as not it promises not to arrive unless where it began, and Jacob’s ladder finds me both on the way up and down at once, caught in the blandishments of presentation, that simply cannot imagine arrival in eternity. Stay with ladders that traffic in the heart, Yeats proffered. Need can be a lot like love. Besides, “if the people find you can fiddle, then fiddle you must,” says Fiddler Jones, and I learned to see through a rococo screen a form for everything that passed before me. Mum’s the word for everything after that.

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