Night Film

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A page-turning thriller for readers of Stephen King, Gillian Flynn, and Stieg Larsson, Night Film tells the haunting story of a journalist who becomes obsessed with the mysterious death of a troubled prodigy—the daughter ...

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY
NPR • Cosmopolitan • Kirkus Reviews • BookPage

A page-turning thriller for readers of Stephen King, Gillian Flynn, and Stieg Larsson, Night Film tells the haunting story of a journalist who becomes obsessed with the mysterious death of a troubled prodigy—the daughter of an iconic, reclusive filmmaker.
 
On a damp October night, beautiful young Ashley Cordova is found dead in an abandoned warehouse in lower Manhattan. Though her death is ruled a suicide, veteran investigative journalist Scott McGrath suspects otherwise. As he probes the strange circumstances surrounding Ashley’s life and death, McGrath comes face-to-face with the legacy of her father: the legendary, reclusive cult-horror-film director Stanislas Cordova—a man who hasn’t been seen in public for more than thirty years.
 
For McGrath, another death connected to this seemingly cursed family dynasty seems more than just a coincidence. Though much has been written about Cordova’s dark and unsettling films, very little is known about the man himself.
 
Driven by revenge, curiosity, and a need for the truth, McGrath, with the aid of two strangers, is drawn deeper and deeper into Cordova’s eerie, hypnotic world.
 
The last time he got close to exposing the director, McGrath lost his marriage and his career. This time he might lose even more.
 
Night Film, the gorgeously written, spellbinding new novel by the dazzlingly inventive Marisha Pessl, will hold you in suspense until you turn the final page.

Praise for Night Film
 
Night Film has been precision-engineered to be read at high velocity, and its energy would be the envy of any summer blockbuster. Your average writer of thrillers should lust for Pessl’s deft touch with character.”—Joe Hill, The New York Times Book Review
 
“Mysterious and even a little head-spinning, an amazing act of imagination.”—Dean Baquet, The New York Times Book Review
 
“Maniacally clever . . . Cordova is a monomaniacal genius who creeps into the darkest crevices of the human psyche. . . . As a study of a great mythmaker, Night Film is an absorbing act of myth-making itself. . . . Dastardly fun . . . The plot feels like an M. C. Escher nightmare about Edgar Allan Poe. . . . You’ll miss your subway stop, let dinner burn and start sleeping with the lights on.”The Washington Post
 
“Haunting . . . a suspenseful, sprawling page-turner.”USA Today
 
“Entrancing and delightful . . . [a] whipsmart humdinger of a thriller . . . It feels, above all things, new.”The Boston Globe
 
“Gripping . . . a masterful puzzle . . . Pessl builds up real suspense.”Entertainment Weekly
 
“A very deeply imagined book . . . sprints to an ending that’s equal parts nagging and haunting: What lingers, beyond all the page-turning, is a density of possible clues that leaves you leafing backward, scanning fictional blog comments and newspaper clippings, positive there’s some secret detail that will snap everything into focus.”New York
 
“Hypnotic . . . The real and the imaginary, life and art, are dizzyingly distorted not only in a Cordova night film . . . but in Pessl’s own Night Film as well.”Vanity Fair

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From Barnes & Noble

When Scott McGrath hears that the young woman found dead in an abandoned Chinatown warehouse is Ashley Cordova, his investigative journalist genes begin to percolate. He knows Ashley as the gorgeous daughter of the legendary cult horror film director Stanislas Cordova, a dark, driven man whose thirty-year seclusion has made him a sort of eerie modern-day Howard Hughes. The reporter has his own previous history with the elder Cordova and almost from the first, he suspects that, whatever the coroner said, Ashley's death was no suicide. Marisha Pessl renders this scary, strangely absorbing story in words, photographs, and screenshots, engulfing us in its hypnotic mysteries. Her fans have waited seven years since Pessl's triumphant debut Special Topics in Calamity Physics for this second novel. They will not be disappointed.

The New York Times Book Review - Joe Hill
Night Film has been precision-engineered to be read at high velocity, and its energy would be the envy of any summer blockbuster. Your average writer of thrillers should lust for Pessl's deft touch with character.
Publishers Weekly
Seven years after Special Topics in Calamity Physics, Pessl returns with a novel as twisted and intelligent as that lauded debut. Again, the story centers on a father-daughter relationship, but this time the sinister element is front and center, beginning with the daughter’s death. The “night films” of Stanislas Cordova have a cult following: fans hold underground screenings and claim that to see his work is to “leave your old self behind, walk through hell, and be reborn.” Ashley Cordova is his enigmatic daughter; she appears in his final film at the age of eight, debuts as a pianist at Carnegie Hall at 12, and apparently commits suicide at 24. Scott McGrath is a reporter who lost his job investigating Stanislas and can’t resist his need to uncover the real story of Ashley’s death. Though the structure is classic noir, Pessl delivers lifelike horror with glimpses, in the form of faux Web sites, of the secretive Stanislas, his films, and his fans. Things slow down when Scott breaks into Stanislas’s estate; sustained terror depends on what is withheld, not what is shown. But Pessl does wonderful work giving the hard-headed Scott reason to question the cause of Ashley’s death, and readers will be torn between logic and magic. Agent: Amanda Urban, ICM. (Aug.)
From the Publisher
Night Film has been precision-engineered to be read at high velocity, and its energy would be the envy of any summer blockbuster. Your average writer of thrillers should lust for Pessl’s deft touch with character.”—Joe Hill, The New York Times Book Review
 
“Mysterious and even a little head-spinning, an amazing act of imagination.”—Dean Baquet, The New York Times Book Review
 
“Maniacally clever . . . Cordova is a monomaniacal genius who creeps into the darkest crevices of the human psyche. . . . As a study of a great mythmaker, Night Film is an absorbing act of myth-making itself. . . . Dastardly fun . . . The plot feels like an M. C. Escher nightmare about Edgar Allan Poe. . . . You’ll miss your subway stop, let dinner burn and start sleeping with the lights on.”The Washington Post
 
“Haunting . . . a suspenseful, sprawling page-turner.”USA Today
 
“Entrancing and delightful . . . [a] whipsmart humdinger of a thriller . . . It feels, above all things, new.”The Boston Globe
 
“Gripping . . . a masterful puzzle . . . Pessl builds up real suspense.”Entertainment Weekly
 
“A very deeply imagined book . . . sprints to an ending that’s equal parts nagging and haunting: What lingers, beyond all the page-turning, is a density of possible clues that leaves you leafing backward, scanning fictional blog comments and newspaper clippings, positive there’s some secret detail that will snap everything into focus.”New York
 
“Hypnotic . . . The real and the imaginary, life and art, are dizzyingly distorted not only in a Cordova night film . . . but in Pessl’s own Night Film as well.”Vanity Fair
 
“A literary mystery that’s also a page-turner . . . Night Film might be the most talked-about novel this summer.”—Time Out New York
 
“Noirish, impish and stylish, this literary thriller delivers twists, kinks and characters to care about. . . . Night Film gets two thumbs up.”More
 
“You won’t put this book down.”Marie Claire
 
“A shrewdly contemporary whodunit.”W Magazine
 
“The sort of a top-shelf whodunit that thriller buffs dream of. Seriously, people, this is the Game of Thrones of murder mysteries.”Out
 
Night Film is an engrossing yarn, full of twists and cliffhangers. . . . Pessl handles Cordova’s menace superbly, keeping readers in thrall.”The Economist
 
“It may be true, as the opening scene of the novel says, that everybody has a story about Cordova. But it’s hard to imagine any one that would be better than Night Film.”St. Louis Post-Dispatch
 
“Screenshots of online news articles and the Cordovite fansite, as well as copies of mental hospital patient assessment forms and other official documents—all fictional—plus McGrath’s terror-filled imagination, pull the reader into Pessl’s masterfully played ruse. Pessl has matured into a cleverly entertaining writer who wields her strengths with greater precision than in Special Topics.”The Kansas City Star
 
“A gothic thriller that’s among the best novels I’ve read this year.”Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
 
“Having finished Night Film, I now find myself a dedicated Cordovite.”—Rob Brunner, The New York Times Magazine
 
“A testament to Pessl’s tremendous gifts as a storyteller.”—Scott Smith, author of The Ruins
 
“A rare and wonderful thing—an ambitious novel that hits its target fair and square. Night Film is beautifully imagined, beautifully written, and hypnotically suspenseful.”—Lee Child, author of A Wanted Man
 
“This summer’s Gone Girl: a completely absorbing literary thriller.”—Library Journal
 
“Inventive . . . Think Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King meet Guillermo del Toro.”—Kirkus Reviews
 
“Seven years after Special Topics in Calamity Physics, Pessl returns with a novel as twisted and intelligent as that lauded debut.”Publishers Weekly
 
“Expands from a seemingly straightforward mystery into a multifaceted, densely byzantine exploration of much larger issues.”Booklist (starred review)

From the Trade Paperback edition.

Library Journal
This second effort from the author of Special Topics in Calamity Physics, the eye-popping 2006 debut that won awards and sold nearly 190,000 copies, is a literary thriller that opens with the discovery of Ashley Cordova's body in a lower Manhattan warehouse. Investigative journalist Scott McGrath scoffs at claims of suicide and wonders if there's any connection to Ashley's father, cult horror film director Stanislas Cordova. Major, major publicity; don't miss.
Kirkus Reviews
An inventive--if brooding, strange and creepy--adventure in literary terror. Think Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King meet Guillermo del Toro as channeled by Klaus Kinski. In her sophomore effort, Pessl (Special Topics in Calamity Physics, 2006) hits the scary ground running. Filmmaker Stanislas Cordova has made a specialty of goose bumps for years; as Pessl writes, he's churned out things that keep people from entering dark rooms alone, things about which viewers stay shtum ever after. Cordova himself hasn't granted an interview since 1977, when Rolling Stone published his description of his favorite frame as "sovereign, deadly, perfect." Cordova is thrust back into the limelight when his daughter is found dead in an abandoned warehouse in Chinatown. Scott McGrath, reporter on the way to being washed-up, finds cause for salvation of a kind in the poor young woman's demise. McGrath's history with Cordova stretches back years, and now, it's up to him to find out just how bad this extra-bad version of Hitchcock really is. He finds out, too; as one of the shadowy figures who wanders in and out of these pages remarks, ominously, "Some knowledge, it eats you alive." Oh, yes, it does. Readers will learn a thing or two about psychotropic drugs, to say nothing of the dark side of Manhattan and the still darker side of filmmaking. And speaking of hallucinations, Pessl's book does a good imitation of a multimedia extravaganza, interspersed with faux web pages and images. All it needs is for a voice to croak out "boo" from the binding, and it'd be complete unto itself. A touch too coyly postmodern at times, but a worthwhile entertainment all the same.
The Barnes & Noble Review

Marisha Pessl's literary thriller — following by seven years her splashy debut novel, Special Topics in Calamity Physics — captures something true about the viral, jumpy, surface-skittering way we live now. In an age of the infinitely reproducible, Pessl strives for innovation through remix rather than originality. Clichés and too-familiar tropes are prized playthings for her, and the more the merrier. Nothing is new in Night Film except for the abandon with which the author piles on references to movies and magazines and websites and other books; yet by mimicking the frantic hypertexture of contemporary life, the novel keeps reminding us just how much has changed.

Night Film's narrator is Scott McGrath, a New York City–based investigative reporter who was sued for defamation in 2006 while probing too closely into the activities of a reclusive, Oscar-winning director named Stanislas Cordova. In the wake of the lawsuit, McGrath's marriage went kerflooey, his high-flying career tanked, and he's been left to brood in his Perry Street apartment, alone with his memories and a forlorn movie poster of Alain Delon on his office wall.

Cut to October 2011, with breaking news that Cordova's beautiful twenty-four-year-old daughter, Ashley, has been found dead in the elevator shaft of an empty Chinatown warehouse. Was it suicide or murder? Was she troubled by inner demons, assaulted by someone she knew, or stalked by strangers? And how involved was her father, the sinister, shadowy Cordova — a grand master of horror flicks, notorious for blurring the line between appearance and reality? Intrigued, McGrath grabs the opportunity to restore his reputation by pursuing the case. Along the way, he picks up two helpful young sidekicks: a nineteen-year-old coat-check girl named Nora and Hopper, a small-time drug dealer with a heart of gold and a vague personal history that just might have included an association with Ashley Cordova.

A brash stylistic maneuver energizes the novel's opening pages, in which Pessl presents facts about Ashley's life and death through a series of website simulations, newspaper and magazine clippings, and other realistic-looking documents. In a faux NewYorkTimes.com article, Ashley (or, more accurately, an uncredited stand-in for her) stares challengingly in an accompanying photo, looking a bit like a sulkier young Amanda Peet, while a Time.com slideshow clicks through the particulars of Stanislas Cordova's life, including his three ex-wives and the 300- acre Adirondacks estate that has been his home since 1976 and has served as the location for most of his films.

It's not the content of these simulations that feels new here: some of it's cheesy, and all of it looks conventional. Instead, what's revelatory is the way it draws the reader into the story, precisely mimicking the way one would conduct an Internet search if Cordova actually existed, and thus making the reader complicit with McGrath in searching for clues to Ashley's death. Even more clever is the fact that some of the more fawning profiles of Ashley — a page from the Amherst College newsletter, for example, which slobbers over her teenage years as a piano prodigy — recall the amped-up media attention Pessl herself received when her first novel was published in 2006. Cheeky, playful, meta, twee: love it or hate it, this apprehension of our current moment — at least as it exists for the readers most likely to pick up this book — is as accurate as any contemporary novel could hope to be.

Pessl more or less abandons the visual aids about halfway through the narrative, but she sustains the atmosphere of ceaseless replication in other ways. Everything here, in fact, is a hologram, a spectral presence that purposefully suggests a thousand other things. (Not for nothing is Pessl's favorite figure of speech the simile, comparing like with like: the simile for her is as the footnote was for David Foster Wallace, a signature and a manifesto.) Cordova recalls a bit of Kubrick and Polanski here, a touch of David Cronenberg and Karl Atticus there. His creepy sprawling estate, called The Peak, brings to mind The Shining and Mark Z. Danielewski's alt-novel House of Leaves. There's a nefarious priest straight out of The Exorcist, sophisticated Manhattan witches like those in Rosemary's Baby, a high-end secret sex club like the one in Eyes Wide Shut, ash circles and weird piles of twigs borrowed from The Blair Witch Project, and on and on. Ominous totems are everywhere. Ashley's red coat, "that blood red stitch in the night," tries to conjure the same fear as the red plastic raincoat in Don't Look Now, while other portents include a compass, a locked box, a disfigured baby doll, a man's herringbone jacket, a child's bloody shirt.

Night Film, as these lists suggest, is all MacGuffins and no Jimmy Stewart. Scott McGrath isn't a credible enough tour guide through this world: he's slick and flat as a pop-up ad, and other key figures in the book sound too much like him. We follow him down a lot of random roads both urban and rural, some of them imaginatively atmospheric, but none of them particularly scary or thrilling. For a story about the titillations of horror, this has virtually none. It's too episodic to maintain any suspense, and there is, even in the secret sex club, zero sex.

But I don't believe that Pessl set out to satisfy the conventions of a traditional novel, and so to argue the effectiveness here of character or plot is to miss the point of the book. I think Pessl is setting up a mirror to show us our distracted, entertainment-drunk culture, where there's a precedent for every pop-culture reference, an information link for every personality, an Echo for every Narcissus. She's blithely unconcerned, as she was in her first novel, with any suggestion of depth. Speed and volume are her articles of faith, as they must be ours. "Life was a freight train barreling toward just one stop, our loved ones streaking past our windows in blurs of color and light," McGrath intones at the novel's end, with a timeless cinematic flourish. "There was no holding on to any of it, and no slowing it down."

Donna Rifkind's reviews appear frequently in The Washington Post Book World and the Los Angeles Times. She has also been a contributor to The New York Times Book Review, The Wall Street Journal, The Times Literary Supplement, The American Scholar, and other publications. In 2006, she was a finalist for the Nona Balakian Citation for Excellence in Reviewing from the National Book Critics Circle.

Reviewer: Donna Rifkind

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781478548461
  • Publisher: World Publications Group
  • Publication date: 8/20/2013
  • Sales rank: 134
  • Product dimensions: 6.52 (w) x 9.20 (h) x 1.36 (d)

Meet the Author

Marisha Pessl
Marisha Pessl’s bestselling debut novel, Special Topics in Calamity Physics, won the John Sargent Sr. First Novel Prize (now the Center for Fiction’s Flaherty-Dunnan First Novel Prize), and was selected as one of the 10 Best Books of the Year by The New York Times Book Review. Pessl grew up in Asheville, North Carolina, and currently resides in New York City.
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PROLOGUE

New York City
2:32 AM

Everyone has a Cordova story, whether they like it or not.
Maybe your next-door neighbor found one of his movies in an old box in her attic and never entered a dark room alone again.  Or, your boyfriend bragged he’d discovered a contraband copy of At Night All Birds Are Black on the Internet and after watching, refused to speak of it, as if it were a horrific ordeal he’d barely survived. 
Whatever your opinion of Cordova, however obsessed with his work or indifferent—-he’s there to react against.  He’s a crevice, a black hole, an unspecified danger, a relentless outbreak of the unknown in our overexposed world.  He’s underground, looming unseen in the corners of the dark.  He’s down under the railway bridge in the river with all the missing evidence, and the answers that will never see the light of day.
He’s a myth, a monster, and a mortal man.
And yet, I can’t help but believe when you need him the most, Cordova has a way of heading straight toward you, like a mysterious guest you notice across the room at a crowded party.  In the blink of an eye, he’s right beside you by the fruit punch, staring back at you when you turn and casually ask the time.
      My Cordova tale began for the second time on a rainy, mid-October night, when I was just another man running in circles, going nowhere as fast as I could.  I was jogging around Central Park’s Reservoir after two A.M--a risky habit I’d adopted during the past year when I was too strung out to sleep, hounded by an inertia I couldn’t explain, except for the vague understanding that the best part of my life was behind me, and that sense of possibility I’d once had so innately as a young man, was now gone.
      It was cold and I was soaked.  The gravel track was rutted with puddles, the black waters of the Reservoir cloaked in mist.  It clogged the reeds along the bank and erased the outskirts of the Park as if it were nothing but paper, the edges torn away.  All I could see of the grand buildings along Fifth Avenue were a few gold lights burning through the gloom, reflecting on the water’s edge like dull coins tossed in.  Every time I sprinted past one of the iron lampposts, my shadow surged past me, quickly grew faint, and then peeled off--as if it didn’t have the nerve to stay.
I was bypassing the south gatehouse, starting my sixth lap, when I glanced over my shoulder and saw someone was behind me. 
A woman was standing in front of a lamppost, her face in shadow, her red coat catching the light behind her, making a vivid red slice in the night.
A young woman out here alone?  Was she crazy?
I turned back, faintly irritated by the girl’s naiveté--or recklessness, whatever it was that brought her out here.  Women of Manhattan, magnificent as they were, they forgot sometimes they weren’t immortal.  They could throw themselves like confetti into a fun-filled Friday night, with no thought as to what crack they fell into by Saturday.
The track straightened north, rain needling my face, the branches hanging low, forming a crude tunnel overhead.  I veered past rows of benches and the curved bridge, mud splattering my shins.
The woman—-whoever she was—-appeared to have disappeared.
But then--far ahead, a flicker of red.  It vanished as soon as I saw it, then seconds later, I could make out a thin dark silhouette walking slowly in front of me along the iron railing.  She was wearing black boots, her dark hair hanging halfway down her back.  I picked up my pace, deciding to pass her exactly when she was beside a lamppost so I could take a closer look and make sure she was all right. 
As I neared, however, I had the marked feeling she wasn’t
It was the sound of her footsteps, too heavy for such a slight person, the way she walked so stiffly, as if waiting for me.  I suddenly had the feeling that as I passed she’d turn and I’d see her face was not young as I’d assumed, but old.  The ravaged face of an old woman would stare back at me with hollowed eyes, a mouth like an axe gash in a tree.
She was just a few feet ahead now.
She was going to reach out, seize my arm, and her grip would be strong as a man’s, ice cold—-
I ran past, but her head was lowered, hidden by her hair.  When I turned again, she’d already stepped beyond the light and was little more than a faceless form cut out of the dark, her shoulders outlined in red. 
I took off, taking a shortcut as the path twisted through the dense shrubbery, branches whipping my arms.  I’ll stop and say something when I pass her again-—tell her to go home
But I logged another lap and there was no sign of her.  I checked the hill leading down to the bridle paths. 
Nothing.
Within minutes, I was approaching the north gatehouse—-a stone building beyond the reach of the lamps, soaked in darkness.  I couldn’t make out much more than a flight of narrow stairs leading up to a rusted set of double doors, which were chained and locked, a sign posted beside them: KEEP OUT PROPERTY OF THE CITY OF NEW YORK. 
As I neared, I realized in alarm, glancing up, that she was there, standing on the landing, staring down at me.  Or was she looking through me
By the time her presence fully registered I’d already run blindly on.  Yet, what I’d glimpsed in that split-second drifted in front of my eyes as if someone had taken a flash picture: tangled hair, that blood red coat decayed brown in the dark, a face so entirely in shadow it seemed possible it wasn’t even there.
Clearly I should’ve held off on that fourth scotch. 
There was a time not too long ago when it took a little more to rattle me.  Scott McGrath, a journalist who’d go to hell just to get Lucifer on the record, some blogger had once written.  I’d taken it as a compliment.  Prison inmates who’d tattooed their faces with shoe polish and their own piss, armed teenagers from Vigário Geral strung out on pedra, Medellin heavies who vacationed yearly at Ricker’s--none of it made me flinch.  It was all just part of the scenery.
Now, a woman in the dark was unnerving me.
She had to be drunk.  Or she’d popped too many Xanax.  Or maybe this was some sick teenage dare--an Upper East Side mean girl had put her up to this.  Unless it was all a calculated setup and her street-rat boyfriend was somewhere here, waiting to jump me. 
If that were the idea they’d be disappointed.  I had no valuables on me except my keys, a switchblade, and my MetroCard, worth about eight bucks.
Alright, maybe I was going through a rough patch, dry spell--whatever the hell you wanted to call it.  Maybe I hadn’t defended myself since--well, technically the late nineties.  But you never forgot how to fight for your life.  And it was never too late to remember, unless you were dead.
The night felt unnaturally silent, still.  That mist--it had moved beyond the water into the trees, overtaken the track like a sickness, an exhaust off something in the air here, something malignant.
Another minute and I was approaching the north gatehouse.  I shot past it, expecting to see her on the landing. 
It was deserted.  There was no sign of her anywhere.
Yet, the longer I ran, the path unspooling like an underpass to some dark new dimension in front of me, the more I found the encounter unfinished, a song that had cut out on an expectant note, a film projector sputtering to a halt seconds before a pivotal chase scene, the screen going white.  I couldn’t shake the powerful feeling that she was very much here, hiding somewhere, watching me. 
I swore I caught a whiff of perfume embroidered into the damp smells of mud and rain.  I squinted into the shadows along the hill, expecting, at any moment, the bright red cut of her coat.  Maybe she’d be sitting on a bench or standing on the bridge.  Had she come here to harm herself?  What if she climbed up onto the railing, waiting, staring at me with a face drained of hope before stepping off, falling to the road far below like a bag of stones?
Maybe I’d had a fifth scotch without realizing.  Or this damned city had finally gotten to me.  I took off down the steps, heading down East Drive and out onto Fifth Avenue, rounding the corner onto East Eighty-sixth Street, the rain turning into a downpour.  I jogged three blocks, past the shuttered restaurants, bright lobbies with a couple of bored doormen staring out.
At the Lexington entrance to the subway, I heard the rumble of an approaching train.  So I sprinted down the next flight, swiping my MetroCard through the turnstiles.  A few people were waiting on the platform—-a couple of teenagers, an elderly woman with a Bloomingdale’s bag. 
      The train careened into the station, screeching to a halt and I stepped into an empty car.
      “This is a Brooklyn-bound four train.  The next stop is Fifty-ninth Street.”
      Shaking off the rain, I stared out at the deserted benches, an ad for a sci-fi action movie covered in graffiti.  Someone had blinded the sprinting man on the poster, scribbling out his eyes with black marker. 
      The doors pounded closed.  With a moan of brakes, the train began to pull away. 
      And then, suddenly, I was aware, coming slowly down the steps in the far corner—-shiny black boots and red, a red coat.  I realized, as she stepped lower and lower, soaked black hair like ink seeping over her shoulders, that it was she, the girl from the Reservoir, the ghost--whatever the hell she was.  But before I could comprehend this impossibility, before my mind could shout, She was coming for me, the train whipped into the tunnel, the windows went black, and I was left staring only at myself.

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Reading Group Guide

1. Professor Wolfgang Beckman accuses Scott of having “no respect for the murk. For the blackly unexplained. The un-nail downable.” How does Scott’s perspective on mystery and the “blackly unexplained” change over the course of the novel?

2. Nora asks Scott, “How much evidence do you need before you wonder if it just might be real?” Do you think Scott’s skepticism is a mark of pride, as well as rationality, as Nora suggests? Why does he wish to believe in the curse after his conversation with Inez Gallo? How ready were you to believe in the curse?

3. Scott is relentless in his pursuit of the truth about Cordova. How far would you have gone, in his situation? Is there a point at which you would have stopped pursuing the truth?

4. Cordova’s films were filled with such horror and violence that, in many cases, they were banned from theaters. What is your perspective on violence—its role and its effects—in movies today?

5. Cordova’s philosophy is in many ways antithetical to our modern world, where transparency, over-sharing and social media are the norm. Did you feel drawn to Cordova’s philosophy, or repelled, or both? Why?

6. Discuss how Scott advertently or inadvertently involved his daughter Samantha in his investigation. What did you think of the role she wound up playing, in his discovery?

7. How does your perception of Scott change, from the beginning to the end of the novel?

8. What did you think of the evolution of Nora and Scott’s relationship?

9. Both Scott and Nora reflect on the power of memory and story to alter the way we relate to our experiences. Scott says: “It was never the act itself but our own understanding of it that defeated us, over and over again.” Nora says: “The bad things that happen to you don’t have to mean anything at all.” Do you agree? 

10. Beckman says “Every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart.” Consider Nora, Hopper, Ashley, Cordova, and Scott. What do their boxes contain, and in what ways do these secrets motivate them? Imprison them?

11. What do you think helped Hopper come to peace with Ashley’s memory?

12. New York City is just as much a character in the novel as any one person. How does your personal experience of, or relationship with, the city affect your reading?

13. How did the visual elements throughout the book enhance or impact your reading experience? 

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  • Posted July 26, 2013

    Amazing!

    I was surprised to find an ARC of Night Film from Random House Reader's Circle in my mailbox this week. I began reading it yesterday and was instantly immersed in the complex story of Scott McGrath and his investigation into the suicide of Ashley Cordova. I read all 587 pages in just over 24-hours...I could not put it down. This book is AWESOME! Creepy, suspenseful, funny in parts, and tender too. It's definitely a book I will have to read again in the future. If you enjoy Stephen King, Gillian Flynn, and other authors with amazing storytelling ability laced with dark undertones you will enjoy this book and I highly recommend it.

    27 out of 30 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 20, 2013

    I Also Recommend:

    A riveting thriller. Very well written. Hard to put down.

    A riveting thriller. Very well written. Hard to put down.

    15 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2013

    I got a chance to read an ARC and I completely enjoyed it, it wa

    I got a chance to read an ARC and I completely enjoyed it, it was so interesting in the way it's written and the story. It has a lot of really great suspense and it will satisfy anyone's need for a creepy read.

    11 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2013

    What happened to me with this book has only happened with me onc

    What happened to me with this book has only happened with me once before.....I went to Barnes and noble store to look at some summer reads just before college starts and I picked up this book and started reading the first few chapters just to get a feel for it...
    But once I started reading I ended up staying there for 3.5 hours (thanks to the Starbucks in our B&N) and had read almost more than half of the book. I had no idea about the author, no expectations before I had picked up the book and I was getting my mind blown. I ended up buying the book

    It is definitely well written (a bit long in certain stretches but that's me nitpicking), and I especially like books where the reader is hunting for clues in the text as he continues to read. This book definitely gives you a joyride. The author seems definitely well read as a lot of quotes within the book refer to a number of classics. But that's again one thing that I did not like about the book was that some characters were given an unnecessary air of sophistication.

    The book is also thought provoking and on a second read when the mystery is already known, you can concentrate on the other social issues and darkness of basic human character it touches upon.  I definitely enjoyed reading it twice, though I don't know how many people do that with a mystery book. Hope my ramblings help other readers make a decision.

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2013

    Formatting on Nook is all screwed up, buy the paper one

    Formatting on Nook is all screwed up, buy the paper one

    6 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 23, 2013

    *****. Free copy from publishers--my honest review***** I'm

    *****. Free copy from publishers--my honest review*****




    I'm a bit conflicted with this book.  Basically, I found the book very engaging, especially when the story took me into scenes and/or feelings that reminded me of specific movies, but as just a mystery, I felt that less could have been more.  The whole book gave me the same feeling I got when I watched Stanley Kubreck's "2001-A Space Odyssey"---that tumbling over and over feeling to a strange end.  So, if you loved that classic movie, you'll probably love this book.




    There were also numerous "episodes" in the telling of this story that definitely felt like Hitchcock movies.  For example, when the investigative team in this story were trying to break into a secret  nightclub, their only possible entrance came by walking along the beach , then climbing a rickety staircase---or Hitchcock's "39 Steps".  But again, perhaps Pessl had too many scenes to capture in this 624 page missive.  But if you like real depth in your books, you will love this book as it transports you into memories of movies past.




    The general story line seemed to take lots of Alfred Hitchcock's life into account as our "created" character, newspaper reporter, Scott McGrath, pursued the mystery of thriller/horror "created" film director, Stanislas Cordova's daughter, Ashley's death.  Ashley reportedly committed suicide, but McGrath, and his two young sidekicks wonder if she was really murdered.  As they delve deeper and deeper into her life, the cult following of her mysterious father reveals more questions than answers. 




    Definitely a different type of mystery that revealed a never ending group of clues, that lead to numerous conclusions before the final reveal in the last couple of pages. Must be enjoyed as a "literary" mystery with lots of room for discussion within book groups.  

    5 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2013

    BORING CHARACTERS....

    It was like having your mom telling you to eat your vegetables or you couldn't leave the table ...I finished it just so I could move on to a better book.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2013

    A must read

    This was the most enjoyable book i read all summer. It is riveting, in depth, thrilling, and leaves you wanting more with every page turn. I love the character development and the way the characters and clues all intertwined. I loved the way the author chose to educate readers about the storyline by showing websites and webpages , and so many aspects of the story, horror films, film making, family, and other surprise topics that were described in wonderful detail. The authors skill of blurring fantasy and reality were phenomenal. Even after over 620 pages i still wanted to read more about this riveting story. Couldn't put it down !

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2013

    Not for the Nook. The formatting of the "special" page

    Not for the Nook. The formatting of the "special" pages are unreadable. Buy the paper copy.

    4 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Edge of your seat awesome

    Super suspenseful and satisfying adventure! Must read.

    4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 27, 2013

    I really wanted to love this book, but I just couldn't quite get

    I really wanted to love this book, but I just couldn't quite get there.  It is worth reading, but it wasn't as fabulous as people seem to think it is.  I found the story not entirely engaging or thrilling/chilling.  I also thought the photos, web pages, and new stories that were put into the story were kind of corny and a bit lazy on the author's part; hose clues could have just been described in a more traditional way and left more to the reader's imagination.  After making my way through the book, I then felt there was not enough of a payoff at the end.  Again, it is worth a read, but I wish I would have had lower expectations because I probably would have enjoyed it more.  

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 19, 2013

    The Truth about Nightfilm

    Thanks for the time and work on this book author. Unfortunately it will be for a very small demographic of people.
    The book is too disjointed, rambling, incoherent, long winded and ultimately unfullfilling.
    The characters, surroundings, relationships and settings I found fractured in most every scenario.

    If your thinking of spending the money on this book, know this.
    You never get even the slightest hint of resolution and your valuable time and money will be well spent elsewhere.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2013

    overated

    But I finished.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2013

    Underwhelming

    It was excellent until the last 50 pages. The reader is left without the resolution the main character is seeking the entire book. If you like stories to have resolution...this book is not for you.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2013

    Attn: Nook owners

    You might want to consider NOT using your reader for this book. Many news clippings, charts, etc. Very difficult to see on Nook

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2013

    If you're into the paranormal you might like this.

    Let's put it this way. I just read it about two weeks ago and can't remember being excited, remembering any charactor, and hardly remember the plot. Boring.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2013

    While it is a good read, I found the overuse of italics to be di

    While it is a good read, I found the overuse of italics to be distracting. Italics are meant for emphasis, but when too many words are emphasized they lose their impact.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2013

    A long, overly tiresome read which needs some definite changes

    A long, overly tiresome read which needs some definite changes in the Nook. Police reports, news stories, etc. which are given a full page in the print edition are squeezed to a half page in the NOOK making them exceptionally hard to read. The main character is an investigative reporter and goes about his job in a credible manner and I can appreciate him. Nora is pretty well described and has some very good ideas and performs well. Hopper, another secondary person, drags and drags as does the action in the book.
    If this is supposed to be a horror story there is only one section where the main character is crawling around in tunnels and coffins that is remotely frightening.
    Other than a draggy action line and my constantly asking myself "Why am I reading this?" The book was very put downable.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 8, 2013

    Pretty goofy.  I blame Dan Brown.

    Pretty goofy.  I blame Dan Brown.

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2013

    Glued to my hands.

    This is the most riveting work of fiction I have read this year. Pessl's prose is fluid and simple, yet often poetic. Her protagonist is straightforward and stubborn, yet dynamic. The secondary characters are conundrums, behaving unreliably as people often do. The style is fresh and innovative, and benefits from the inclusion of what some may feel to be gimmicky changes in presentation.

    The story itself is nicely paced, delivering just enough intrigue to keep the reader invested while not overshadowing the characters. Pessl uses the fanatic behavior evinced by rabid enthusiasts of any art to create a scenario that seems not far fetched, but right at home in some of the darker corners of our society. In Cordova, she has created a myth for the modern age, a man whose works are the abyss into which we should fear to gaze.

    For those looking for a deeper trip down the rabbit hole, I recommend the Night Film decoder, available on iTunes and the Play Store. While supplemental, the material it adds (particularly the audio) enhances an already entrancing novel.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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