The Shotgun Rule
(Sprache: Englisch)
Blood spilled on the asphalt of this town long years gone has left a stain, and it s spreading. Not that a thing like that matters to teenagers like George, Hector, Paul, and Andy. It s summer 1983 in a northern California suburb, and these working-class...
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Blood spilled on the asphalt of this town long years gone has left a stain, and it s spreading. Not that a thing like that matters to teenagers like George, Hector, Paul, and Andy. It s summer 1983 in a northern California suburb, and these working-class kids have been killing time the usual ways: ducking their parents, tinkering with their bikes, and racing around town getting high and boosting their neighbors meds. Just another typical summer break in the burbs. Till Andy s bike is stolen by the town s legendary petty hoods, the Arroyo brothers. When the boys break into the Arroyos place in search of the bike, they stumble across the brothers private industry: a crank lab. Being the kind of kids who rarely know better, they do what comes naturally: they take a stash of crank to sell for quick cash. But doing so they unleash hidden rivalries and crimes, and the dark and secret past of their town and their families.
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Piece of Shit BikeIt started with Andy s piece of shit bike.
What the fuck were you doing not locking it up?
I just went in for a second.
I just went in for a second. How long do you think it takes to steal a bike, dickweed?
It was right next to the window.
Yeah, that ll do it; no one ever steals shit that s next to a window. Numbnuts.
George is kneeling next to a bucket of water, submerging the half inflated innertube from his bike s front wheel. He looks once at Paul, then back in the bucket.
Don t be such a dick, man, he lost his bike.
Paul picks up a rock from the huge pile that occupies half the driveway. He shakes the rock around in his hand.
He didn t lose his bike.
He tosses the rock, bouncing it off Andy s back.
He let someone steal it.
Andy feels pressure behind his eyes and fights it. Already cried once coming out of the store and finding the bike gone. Can t cry again.
He picks up a rock of his own.
I didn t let anyone steal it.
He throws the rock at Paul.
It was stolen.
Paul stays right where he is, the rock skipping across the pavement and into the street without coming near him.
Yeah, big diff.
George is still shuffling the innertube between his hands, looking for the string of bubbles that will point to the slow leak that s been plaguing him for days.
Don t throw the fucking rocks around, dad ll have a fit.
Andy kicks at a couple rocks, nudging them back toward the pile. His and George s dad had them shovel the rocks from the back of his
4 ¥ 4 two weeks ago. This weekend he ll rent a rototiller and plow up the back lawn and they ll have to move the rocks a wheelbarrow load at a time to spread over the yard. It s gonna suck and he s not even going to pay them. He says they should be thanking him for plowing under the lawn that they hate mowing and weeding.
A line of bubbles shoots to the surface of the water. George covers their source with a fingertip and lifts the
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tube from the water.
Hand me that rag.
Andy bends to pick up a scrap of chamois that s lying next to the toolbox. Paul takes a quick step and places his foot over it.
George, don t let this guy help with your bike. He s bad luck. He touches your bike and it s gone.
Andy yanks on the rag.
Get off, dickmo.
Make me.
Get. Off.
Andy pulls harder and Paul lifts his foot and Andy falls back on his ass.
You re such a feeb.
Dick!
George holds out his hand.
Give me the rag.
Andy throws the rag at him.
Some big brother. Think he could take his side against Paul just once. Just today. Fucking bike. Still can t believe he was so stupid not to lock it up.
George lifts his finger from the puncture in the tube and starts drying the rubber around it.
Did you see who took it?
Andy gets off his ass, takes the puncture kit from the toolbox and pops the shiny tin lid from the cardboard cylinder.
No. If I had I would have kicked their ass.
Paul reaches up, grabbing a lower branch of the maple tree alongside the driveway and chinning himself on it.
Yeah, George, what are you thinking? If he d seen them he would have kicked their ass. He s such a badass ass kicker. Asses all over town are afraid of him.
Andy flips him off and hands George the top of the puncture kit.
George drops the rag, takes the lid, and uses its ridged upper surface to score the rubber around the puncture.
Paul hauls himself up onto the branch, hooks his knees around it
Hand me that rag.
Andy bends to pick up a scrap of chamois that s lying next to the toolbox. Paul takes a quick step and places his foot over it.
George, don t let this guy help with your bike. He s bad luck. He touches your bike and it s gone.
Andy yanks on the rag.
Get off, dickmo.
Make me.
Get. Off.
Andy pulls harder and Paul lifts his foot and Andy falls back on his ass.
You re such a feeb.
Dick!
George holds out his hand.
Give me the rag.
Andy throws the rag at him.
Some big brother. Think he could take his side against Paul just once. Just today. Fucking bike. Still can t believe he was so stupid not to lock it up.
George lifts his finger from the puncture in the tube and starts drying the rubber around it.
Did you see who took it?
Andy gets off his ass, takes the puncture kit from the toolbox and pops the shiny tin lid from the cardboard cylinder.
No. If I had I would have kicked their ass.
Paul reaches up, grabbing a lower branch of the maple tree alongside the driveway and chinning himself on it.
Yeah, George, what are you thinking? If he d seen them he would have kicked their ass. He s such a badass ass kicker. Asses all over town are afraid of him.
Andy flips him off and hands George the top of the puncture kit.
George drops the rag, takes the lid, and uses its ridged upper surface to score the rubber around the puncture.
Paul hauls himself up onto the branch, hooks his knees around it
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Autoren-Porträt von Charlie Huston
Charlie Huston is the author of the Henry Thompson Trilogy: Caught Stealing, Six Bad Things (an Edgar Award-nominee), and A Dangerous Man, as well as the Joe Pitt novels: Already Dead and No Dominion. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife, the actress Virginia Louise Smith. Visit him at www.pulpnoir.com.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Charlie Huston
- 2009, Repr., 272 Seiten, Maße: 14,2 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Ballantine
- ISBN-10: 0345481364
- ISBN-13: 9780345481368
- Erscheinungsdatum: 31.08.2009
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Anyone not acquainted with Charlie Huston s blistering, unputdownable novels will want to tie their sneakers nice and tight before starting The Shotgun Rule, or they are apt to be blasted clean out of them. Stephen King
A dark but brilliant portrait of the way many teenage boys live in America . . . a coming-of-age novel, like Catcher in the Rye . . . [Charlie Huston is] one of the most original crime novelists at work today.
The Washington Post Book World
Equal parts Stephen King s Stand by Me and Irvine Welsh s Trainspotting, The Shotgun Rule is Huston in top form. . . . [An] unforgettable blend of humor and horrific violence.
Chicago Tribune
[A] compelling depiction of aimless teenage boys trying to rise to manhood. In Huston s hands, it s Greek tragedy on speed. . . . Huston s strengths are the brutal efficiency with which he sets a scene, and the breakneck pace he maintains throughout.
San Francisco Chronicle
Huston is a monstrously gifted purveyor of suspense. . . . This book raised blisters on my fingers and I still couldn t put it down.
Austin American-Statesman
One of the most memorable crime novels of this year.
Baltimore Sun
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