Zoo Station
A John Russell World War II Spy Thriller
(Sprache: Englisch)
As World War II approaches, English journalist John Russell faces having to leave Berlin without his longtime girlfriend or German son. Can he navigate the attentions of the Nazis, the Soviets, and British intelligence and keep his family together?
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As World War II approaches, English journalist John Russell faces having to leave Berlin without his longtime girlfriend or German son. Can he navigate the attentions of the Nazis, the Soviets, and British intelligence and keep his family together?
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By 1939, Anglo-American journalist John Russell has spent over a decade in Berlin, where his son lives with his mother. He writes human-interest pieces for British and American papers, avoiding the investigative journalism that could get him deported. But as World War II approaches, he faces having to leave his son as well as his girlfriend of several years, a beautiful German starlet. When an acquaintance from his old communist days approaches him to do some work for the Soviets, Russell is reluctant, but he is unable to resist the offer. He becomes involved in other dangerous activities, helping a Jewish family and a determined young American reporter. When the British and the Nazis notice his involvement with the Soviets, Russell is dragged into the murky world of warring intelligence services.
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THERE WERE TWO HOURS left of 1938. In Danzig it had beensnowing on and off all day, and a gang of children was enjoying a snowball
fight in front of the grain warehouses which lined the old waterfront.
John Russell paused to watch them for a few moments, then
walked on up the cobbled street toward the blue and yellow lights.
The Sweden Bar was far from crowded, and those few faces that
turned his way weren't exactly brimming over with festive spirit. In fact,
most of them looked like they'd rather be somewhere else.
It was an easy thing to want. The Christmas decorations hadn't
been removed, just allowed to drop, and they now formed part of the
flooring, along with patches of melting slush, floating cigarette butts,
and the odd broken bottle. The bar was famous for the savagery of its
international brawls, but on this particular night the various groups of
Swedes, Finns, and Letts seemed devoid of the energy needed to get
one started. Usually a table or two of German naval ratings could be
relied upon to provide the necessary spark, but the only Germans
present were a couple of aging prostitutes, and they were getting
ready to leave.
Russell took a stool at the bar, bought himself a Goldwasser, and
glanced through the month-old copy of the New York Herald Tribune
which, for some inexplicable reason, was lying there. One of his own
articles was in it, a piece on German attitudes to their pets. It was
accompanied by a cute-looking photograph of a Schnauzer.
Seeing him reading, a solitary Swede two stools down asked him, in
perfect English, if he spoke that language. Russell admitted that he did.
"You are English!" the Swede exclaimed, and shifted his considerable
bulk to the stool adjoining Russell's.
Their conversation went from friendly to sentimental, and sentimental
to maudlin, at what seemed like a breakneck pace. Three
Goldwassers later, the Swede was telling him that he, Lars, was not the
true father of his children.
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Vibeke had never admitted it, but he knew
it to be true.
Russell gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, and Lars
sunk forward, his head making a dull clunk as it hit the polished surface
of the bar. "Happy New Year," Russell murmured. He shifted the
Swede's head slightly to ease the man's breathing, and got up to leave.
Outside, the sky was beginning to clear, the air almost cold enough
to sober him up. An organ was playing in the Protestant Seamen's
Church, nothing hymnal, just a slow lament, as if the organist were saying
a personal farewell to the year gone by. It was a quarter to midnight.
Russell walked back across the city, conscious of the moisture seeping
in through the holes in his shoes. There were lots of couples on
Langer Markt, laughing and squealing as they clutched each other for
balance on the slippery sidewalks.
He cut over to Breite Gasse and reached the Holz-Markt just as the
bells began pealing in the New Year. The square was full of celebrating
people, and an insistent hand pulled him into a circle of revelers
dancing and singing in the snow. When the song ended and the circle
broke up, the Polish girl on his left reached up and brushed her lips
against his, eyes shining with happiness. It was, he thought, a betterthan-
expected opening to 1939.
HIS HOTEL'S RECEPTION AREA was deserted, and the sounds of
celebration emanating from the kitchen at the back suggested the
night staff were enjoying their own private party. Russell gave up the
idea of making himself a hot chocolate while his shoes dried in one of
the ovens, and took his key. He clambered up the stairs to the third floor,
and trundled down the corridor to his room. Closing the door behind
him, he became painfully aware that the occupants of the neighboring
rooms were still welcoming in the new year, loud
it to be true.
Russell gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, and Lars
sunk forward, his head making a dull clunk as it hit the polished surface
of the bar. "Happy New Year," Russell murmured. He shifted the
Swede's head slightly to ease the man's breathing, and got up to leave.
Outside, the sky was beginning to clear, the air almost cold enough
to sober him up. An organ was playing in the Protestant Seamen's
Church, nothing hymnal, just a slow lament, as if the organist were saying
a personal farewell to the year gone by. It was a quarter to midnight.
Russell walked back across the city, conscious of the moisture seeping
in through the holes in his shoes. There were lots of couples on
Langer Markt, laughing and squealing as they clutched each other for
balance on the slippery sidewalks.
He cut over to Breite Gasse and reached the Holz-Markt just as the
bells began pealing in the New Year. The square was full of celebrating
people, and an insistent hand pulled him into a circle of revelers
dancing and singing in the snow. When the song ended and the circle
broke up, the Polish girl on his left reached up and brushed her lips
against his, eyes shining with happiness. It was, he thought, a betterthan-
expected opening to 1939.
HIS HOTEL'S RECEPTION AREA was deserted, and the sounds of
celebration emanating from the kitchen at the back suggested the
night staff were enjoying their own private party. Russell gave up the
idea of making himself a hot chocolate while his shoes dried in one of
the ovens, and took his key. He clambered up the stairs to the third floor,
and trundled down the corridor to his room. Closing the door behind
him, he became painfully aware that the occupants of the neighboring
rooms were still welcoming in the new year, loud
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Autoren-Porträt von David Downing
David Downing grew up in suburban London. He lives with his wife, an American acupuncturist, in Guildford, England.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: David Downing
- 2011, 288 Seiten, Maße: 12,4 x 18,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Soho Crime
- ISBN-10: 1569479712
- ISBN-13: 9781569479711
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.06.2011
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Zoo Station " Zoo Station is a beautifully crafted and compelling thriller with a heart-stopping ending as John Russell learns the personal faces of good and evil. An unforgettable read."
-Charles Todd, author of the Inspector Ian Rutledge series
" Zoo Station (book one) hooked me on the first page."
- Huffington Post UK
Praise for David Downing
"Epic in scope, Mr. Downing's "Station" cycle creates a fictional universe rich with a historian's expertise but rendered with literary style and heart."
-The Wall Street Journal
"Full of striking inventions."
-Kingsley Amis, author of Lucky Jim
"One of the most intelligent and persuasive realizations of Germany immediately before the war."
- Wall Street Journal
"John Russell has always been in the thick of things in David Downing's powerful historical novels set largely in Berlin....Downing provides no platform for debate in this unsentimental novel, leaving his hero to ponder the ethics of his pragmatic choices while surveying the ground level horrors to be seen in Berlin."
- The New York Times Book Review
"Downing distinguishes himself by eschewing the easy ways out. He doesn't shy away from portraying the cold brutality of the Third Reich, and his characters are far from stereotypes-they're flawed, confused and real."
-NPR
"An extraordinary evocation of Nazi Germany on the eve of war, the smell of cruelty seeping through the clean modern surface."
-C. J. Sansom, author of Revelation
"A beautifully crafted and compelling thriller with a heart-stopping ending as John Russell learns the personal faces of good and evil. An unforgettable read."
-Charles Todd, author of the Inspector Ian Rutledge Series
"Downing is brilliant at weaving history and fiction, and this plot, with its twists and turns-all under the terrible bombardment of Berlin and the Third Reich's death throes-is as suspenseful as they come. The end, with another twist, is equally clever and
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unexpected."
- Toronto Globe and Mail
"In the elite company of literary spy masters Alan Furst and Philip Kerr."
- Washington Post
"The echo of the Allied bombings and the crash of the boots of the invading Russians permeate the pages in which David Downing vividly does justice to the drama....The book is a reminder of what happened and those who allowed it to happen....The book lives up to the others in the Russell series, serving as yet one more reminder of a world too many have entirely forgotten."
- Washington Times
"Excellent and evocative....Downing's strength is his fleshing out of the tense and often dangerous nature of everyday life in a totalitarian state."
- The Times (London)
"The author combines his erudition with an excellent political imagination. He writes well, clearly and has a nice wit."
- Sunday Times (UK)
"Compulsive reading."
- Sunday Telegraph (UK)
"An atmospheric tale."
- St. Petersburg Times
"An elegant rapid-fire spy story."
-The Virginian-Pilot
"An atmospheric thriller...furious pacing."
- Booklist
- Toronto Globe and Mail
"In the elite company of literary spy masters Alan Furst and Philip Kerr."
- Washington Post
"The echo of the Allied bombings and the crash of the boots of the invading Russians permeate the pages in which David Downing vividly does justice to the drama....The book is a reminder of what happened and those who allowed it to happen....The book lives up to the others in the Russell series, serving as yet one more reminder of a world too many have entirely forgotten."
- Washington Times
"Excellent and evocative....Downing's strength is his fleshing out of the tense and often dangerous nature of everyday life in a totalitarian state."
- The Times (London)
"The author combines his erudition with an excellent political imagination. He writes well, clearly and has a nice wit."
- Sunday Times (UK)
"Compulsive reading."
- Sunday Telegraph (UK)
"An atmospheric tale."
- St. Petersburg Times
"An elegant rapid-fire spy story."
-The Virginian-Pilot
"An atmospheric thriller...furious pacing."
- Booklist
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