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Los Angeles 1936. Kay Fischer, a young ambitious architect is shadowed by Salvador Carriscant, an enigmatic stranger claiming to be her father. Within weeks of their first meeting, Kay will join him for an extraordinary journey into the old man's past, initially in search of a murderer, but finally in celebration of a glorious, undying love. 'William Boyd always, and justifiably, been described as a great storyteller... here he creates a world both elegiac and hopeful, and achingly memorable.' The Times 'Richly entertaining... Boyd has organised his narrative into one elegant and almost seamless weave.' Independent
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The Blue Afternoon, William Boyd
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- Année de publication
- 1994
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- Titre
- The Blue Afternoon
- Langue
- Anglais
- Auteurs
- William Boyd
- Éditeur
- Penguin
- Publié
- 1994
- Format
- souple
- Pages
- 323
- ISBN10
- 0140238255
- ISBN13
- 9780140238259
- Séries
- Mots clés
- Fiction, Polars & Thrillers, Romans historiques, Polars, Littérature contemporaine, Amour, États-Unis, Meurtres, Vengeance, Fuite, Deuil, Trahison, Enquête, Père, Mensonges, Portugal, Los Angeles, Philippines
- Première publication
- 1993
- Titre original
- Blue Afternoon
- Évaluation
- 3,75 sur 5
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- Los Angeles 1936. Kay Fischer, a young ambitious architect is shadowed by Salvador Carriscant, an enigmatic stranger claiming to be her father. Within weeks of their first meeting, Kay will join him for an extraordinary journey into the old man's past, initially in search of a murderer, but finally in celebration of a glorious, undying love. 'William Boyd always, and justifiably, been described as a great storyteller... here he creates a world both elegiac and hopeful, and achingly memorable.' The Times 'Richly entertaining... Boyd has organised his narrative into one elegant and almost seamless weave.' Independent