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Bones

Math Osseforth • Boek • paperback

  • Samenvatting
    It looks like a straightforward murder investigation. A deserted restaurant in a boarded-up hotel, a body slumped in a chair, a glass of wine on the table; a shady deal gone wrong. But what about that little wooden box with its skeletal finger enmeshed in silver? When the body is finally identified as the former parish priest, the story takes off in a completely unexpected direction. The finger points to crusaders, NAZI officers, and Tudor henchmen, among many others. Slowly, the mystery unfolds. And the truth, when it comes out, is devastating.
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    Binding : Paperback
    Distributievorm : Boek (print, druk)
    Formaat : 130mm x 210mm
    Aantal pagina's : 364
    Uitgeverij : De Cicero Compagnie
    ISBN : 9789464814958
    Datum publicatie : 10-2023
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    26-11-2023
    Bones, a must read
    De detective en mystery thriller Bones begint met een moordonderzoek. De priester vader Hieronymus Mortens wordt dood aangetroffen in een oud verlaten hotel midden in de bossen. Een bedrag van 10 duizend dollar bij zich en een doosje met een vinger en een stukje papier met vier Latijnse woorden erop. Het politieonderzoek is in volle gang. De hele setting lijkt op een gewone detective, maar het reliek brengt de onderzoekers verder terug de geschiedenis in. Wordt het dan toch nog een zoektocht naar de heilige graal of heeft het reliek toch meer de duistere aantrekkingskracht van de ring in Lord of the Rings? Liefde, mysterie, heiligen en wraak spelen een grote rol in het verhaal. Het verhaal is heel beeldend geschreven en de schrijver heeft er veel kennis van het katholicisme en klassieke oudheid in verwerkt waardoor het verhaal meer diepgang krijgt. De lezer met kennis van de klassieken zal het spoor van ‘Bones’ daardoor met extra aandacht lezen. The detective and mystery thriller ‘Bones’ van Math Osseforth begins with a murder investigation. The priest father Hieronymus Mortens is found dead in an old abandoned hotel in the middle of the woods. Carrying an amount of 10 thousand dollars and a box with a finger and a piece of paper with four Latin words on it. The police investigation is in full swing. The entire setting resembles a regular detective, but the relic takes the investigators further back into history. Will it still be a search for the Holy Grail or does the relic have more of the dark appeal of the ring in Lord of the Rings? Love, mystery, saints and revenge play a major role in the story. The story is written very visually and the writer has incorporated a lot of knowledge of Catholicism and classical antiquity, which gives the story more depth. The reader with knowledge of the classics will therefore read the track of 'Bones' with extra attention.

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    Waardeert het boek met een 9 uit 10

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“What have you got so far, Johnny?”
“Not a lot, Jim. This one’s definitely the weirdest I’ve walked into yet.”
Being five years out of basic training, Jim thought, that wasn’t saying a lot. But Johnny was a nice boy. ‘Promising’ was what it said in his personnel file. Jim had put it there himself. Promising. Knowing the difference between rushing in and holding back. And knowing when to call for help.
He’d just been about to settle in his comfortable chair in front of the bay window, looking out at Forrest Bridge. The river running wild this time of year. There hadn’t been ice for ages, but this one sure promised to be a contender. Johnny Walker’s finest on the side table, John Irving’s latest in his hands. And then the phone rang. Wasn’t often they called him these days. ‘Respecting your retirement, old boy.’ Sure. But he knew that once they’d really stop calling, when his view of Forrest Bridge would be all that was left of the outside world, Walker would beat Irving. Drown him right out.
“Couple of boys found him. They were just fooling around up here. Wanted to go up the mountain, they said, when they saw that this back door was open. The planks that had been nailed across it were neatly stacked against the wall. The first one who took a peek inside turned and ran, the others following suit. They called us from the school right at the foot of the mountain in Lilac Square. Uhm, wait, I got it here, Don Bosco’s.”
“Clean slates?”
“They’re twelve, Jim. Freshmen at the Jesuit College.”
“Should I take that as a ‘yes’?”
Johnny smiled.
“On all counts. Although I think I’ll get Georgy to look into that Jesuit connection. Leave no room for doubt.”
So he’s got a Georgy already to do his menial tasks. How time flies, Jim thought.
They were walking down the main hall, which in any ordinary hotel would have been the lobby. But the Fairview had never been ordinary in anyone’s dictionary. In its heyday it had been the hottest place in the tristate area. A noble forest retreat halfway up Lookout mountain with the world at its feet. The place to be and to be seen. But the problem with heydays, Jim thought, was that they came and went. And that no one appreciated them until they were gone.
The once plush red carpet had turned a threadbare pink with soggy black spots were watery light came in through the ceiling. The couches and wingback chairs were still there, their upholstery slit open, stuffing trailing across the floor. The walls were covered in graffiti. Words and phrases from a generation Jim didn’t understand. But then again, nothing original had ever come from seventeen year old rebels against the system, he thought. He could picture the rest.
Johnny led the way through imposing double doors into what used to be the restaurant. It looked like a battlefield. Or more like a picture he’d seen in Time magazine of some place in New Orleans when they were cleaning up after Catherina. In a far corner, just beside the bar, Klieg lights had been set up. There was a bustle of people at the fringes of the unnatural pool of light. Young people, Jim thought. And he smiled at himself for noticing. Not a familiar face among them. Someone was taking pictures. Two men in white were dusting for fingerprints, taking samples of whatever there was to take. A woman with classic horn rimmed glasses and a clipboard was taking notes. Things were happening here. All very professional, very efficient. But for all their efficiency, he thought, they didn’t have a clue. That’s why Johnny’s first impulse had been to call him. And that’s why Johnny was a promising young man.
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