The October Killings [NOOK Book]


Abigail Bukula was fifteen years old when her parents were killed in a massacre of antiapartheid activists by white apartheid security forces. Because a young soldier spoke up in her defense, she was spared. Now she’s a lawyer with a promising career in the new government, and while she has done her best to put the tragedy behind her, she’s never forgotten Leon Lourens, the soldier who saved her life. So when he walks into her office almost twenty years later, needing her help, she vows to do whatever ...

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Abigail Bukula was fifteen years old when her parents were killed in a massacre of antiapartheid activists by white apartheid security forces. Because a young soldier spoke up in her defense, she was spared. Now she’s a lawyer with a promising career in the new government, and while she has done her best to put the tragedy behind her, she’s never forgotten Leon Lourens, the soldier who saved her life. So when he walks into her office almost twenty years later, needing her help, she vows to do whatever she can.  Someone is slowly killing off members of the team who raided the house where her parents were murdered, and now Leon and an imprisoned colonel are the only targets left.

Abigail turns to Yudel Gordon, an eccentric, nearly retired white prison psychologist for help. To save Leon’s life they must untangle the web of politics, identity, and history before the anniversary of the raid—only days away.

The October Killings, the first novel in decades from Wessel Ebersohn, not only brings to life the new South Africa in all of its color and complexity but also Abigail Bukula—the sharpest, most determined sleuth in international crime fiction.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
South African author Ebersohn kicks off a promising new series pairing psychologist Yudel Gordon, last seen in 1992's Closed Circle, with Abigail Bukula, chief director of South Africa's justice department, who can more than hold her own with the brilliantly eccentric Gordon. As a 15-year-old girl, Bukula survived a raid on an African National Congress house in Lesotho on October 21, 1985, thanks to the intervention of a white soldier, Leon Lourens. In 2005, Lourens seeks Bukula's help after learning that almost all his colleagues on the raid have been murdered on the exact anniversary of the assault. To catch the killer, Bukula hooks up with Gordon, who lost his government position with apartheid's end, to get access to the imprisoned commander of the attack, Marinus van Jaarsveld. The complexities of South Africa a decade after the end of white rule help fuel a compelling plot that builds to several dramatic climaxes. (Jan.)
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Praise for The October Killings

“A brilliant novel of memory, reconciliation, and revenge. Ebersohn was always one of South Africa’s best, and this new book—the beginning of, I hope, a series—shows why. . . . Definitely one of the best mysteries of the year.”

The Globe and Mail

“His horrors, rooted so closely in history, have a nightmare quality that’s hard to shake.”

Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

Library Journal
Like Deon Meyer, fellow South African Ebersohn shows the new country still tormented by a past of apartheid and liberationist struggles. Abigail Bukula, a beautiful, black, Harvard-educated lawyer, was 15 when her parents and other antiapartheid protesters were murdered by government security forces. She was spared by Leon, a teenage soldier who 20 years later comes to her for help. Those involved in the killings are being assassinated one by one on the anniversary of the massacre, and Abby feels compelled to help him. Aided by Yudel Gordon, a white prison psychologist who has appeared in three earlier novels (Closed Circle; Divide the Night; A Lonely Place To Die), she has only a few days and little government help to find the killer. Ebersohn, a former government bureaucrat, had two novels banned and left South Africa for five years before returning to start a business magazine and resume writing crime fiction. VERDICT Deftly mixing past and present in a complex plot that pits justice against moral ambiguity, he vividly portrays a divided nation in which a national hero may also be a contract killer—still at large. Highly recommended. [Previewed in Wilda Williams's "Passport to Mystery," LJ 4/15/10; A Minotaur First Edition Selection; library marketing.]—Roland Person, formerly with Southern Illinois Univ. Lib., Carbondale
Kirkus Reviews

South Africa's troubled past continues to trouble its present.

On Oct. 21, 1985, a team of the South African Defense Force attacked a group of anti-apartheid activists, leaving most of them dead. Now, 20 years later, Abigail Bukula, who survived the massacre to become a rising star at the Justice Department's gender desk, learns from Leon Lourens, the SAFD commando who saved her from joining her parents in death, that someone has been taking revenge on the soldiers involved in the raid. Every anniversary of the shameful incident, it seems, has been celebrated by the strangling of another member of the team. With Oct. 21, 2005, only a few days away, Leon fears for his own life, since the only other surviving member of the team, Capt. Marinus van Jaarsveld, has been rotting safely away in prison for refusing to abjure his racism. Who could be killing the killers? Joining forces with prison psychologist Yudel Gordon and his old friend, deputy police commander Freek Jordaan (Closed Circle, 1992, etc.), Abigail fixes her attention on elusive freedom fighter Michael Bishop. She doesn't know that even after the police have made an arrest, they'll be helpless to stop the revenge plot from moving forward.

Ebersohn won't win any prizes as a stylist. His writing is earnest, his plotting is murky and his dialogue is ponderously expository. But his horrors, rooted so closely in history, have a nightmare quality that's hard to shake.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429990103
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 1/18/2011
  • Series: Abigail Bukula Mysteries , #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 1,118,231
  • File size: 310 KB

Meet the Author

Wessel Ebersohn is an internationally published author, who was born in Cape Town, South Africa. The October Killings—the first in a new series—marks his stunning return to crime fiction.

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October 21, 1985
The convoy stayed in the shadow of the hillside until after darkness had fallen. By the time the ten armored personnel carriers started moving, the trees on the far side of the valley had long since faded into poorly defined shadows.
The route they were to travel had been carefully planned to raise as little interest as possible. Much of the way would be on dirt roads. They would pass through no towns and were likely to be seen only by the sort of rural people who would watch them with no more than the vaguest interest. According to the planning, the distance of almost two hundred kilometers to the border was going to take a little over three hours.
Each vehicle carried the driver and ten men, seated back-to-back, facing outward in two rows of five. In the leading vehicle, Leon Lourens, nineteen years old, broad in the shoulders, but lean after six months of intensive training, was sitting slightly forward on the thinly padded seat, his hands clasped together between his thighs. His rifle was stacked under the seat along with those of the nine other men.
Like most nineteen-year-olds of his time and culture, Leon was a patriot. He knew that, if need be, he was willing to die to defend his country. Tonight was to be his first commando raid. He did not fully understand the risks he would be facing, but he was confident that he was ready to meet them.
Most of the men were under thirty, but all of the others had seen action along the country’s borders. Leon was the youngest and he was excited at having been chosen for so important a mission. He was going to show his comrades and his family, if word ever got back to them, that he was worthy of being selected.
He was aware that his breath was coming in the brief snatches of the overawed and tried consciously to control it. His excitement could not have been greater if he had been on the way to a willing young woman, any young woman, anywhere. It had taken concentration, but his hands were still and he had controlled the tremor in his left knee that he sometimes felt at times of great excitement. Slowly his breathing started to return to something more normal. He had gone through the instructions Captain van Jaarsveld had given them many times in his mind. Now he was fully prepared.
The captain himself was sitting next to Leon and directly behind the driver. Like his men, he too was silent. Leon had never spoken to the captain and the captain had only ever spoken to him in direct military commands. But he was Leon’s senior officer and Leon knew that he would follow wherever he led.
According to the briefing the captain had given them, there were between ten and twenty terrorists in the house, which was on a fairly isolated stretch of road a few hundred meters from the nearest neighbor. They expected to reach the track that would take them to the border fence just after midnight. They would approach the fence in darkness, the engines at little more than idling speed. Two men from their vehicle would cut the fence two kilometers from the house. At that point they would be joined by a uniformed scout who would ensure that they got the right house. The six rear vehicles, two of which were empty to accommodate prisoners, would seal off the road on either side. The soldiers from the first two would go straight into the house. They were to shoot only if there were signs of resistance.
Leon’s was an almost perfect shot, but he had never before aimed a firearm at another human being. Now there was something he had to know and only the captain could give him the answer. He looked at van Jaarsveld’s face, but could read no expression there. “Permission to speak,” he said.
“What is it, soldier?”
“Do you expect resistance, captain?” He had turned his head toward the captain and tried to keep his voice low enough that no one else would hear his question.
Now it was van Jaarsveld’s turn to examine his face. “There’s always resistance.”
“Always, captain. When they see they’re outnumbered…”
“They’re terrorists. They always resist.”
That answered the question. They were going to resist and he would have to fire. But that was all right. That was what he had been chosen and trained for.
By the time the lights of Ficksburg came into view they were half an hour ahead of schedule and had to stop. The men were allowed to get down and loosen up, taking their rifles with them. It also gave them the opportunity to load. The R4 rifle’s magazine took twelve shells. Another twelve were kept in the side pocket of each man’s fatigues.
The night sky was clear and cloudless. There was no moon, but the brightness of the stars in the dry Highveld air was enough for the men to recognize one another. The lights of Ficksburg were a thin and distant line. “This is it,” Leon told himself. “Just another hour. This is what I’ve been training for. This is the moment.” The weight of the rifle felt good. He knew that he was not only an excellent shot, but he was also a quick one. Aiming, even at a distant target, took only seconds. At close range he took almost no time. He was as sure with a rifle as any man in the company, and better than any in the squad.
It took a while to reach the border from the place where they had stopped, but to Leon it felt like the descent of a large aircraft after a long flight. Even if it took half an hour, you felt that the journey was over and you were already there.
The convoy approached the border fence in darkness, up a narrow gully, digging tracks in the crisp veld grass. The two men whose job it was cut quickly through the wire. As it came loose, Leon and the others rolled back a section on either side. In less than a minute they were moving again. The scout who had been waiting at the fence climbed up next to the driver.
At the top of a rise they left the grass and followed a dirt road. Up ahead, Leon could see the first house. In the glow of a yard light two figures dashed away, boys of perhaps ten or eleven, barefoot and in short pants. Their skinny legs and bare feet were vaguely disturbing. In his nineteen years he had seen so many like them and played with them as a child. They were too ordinary to be here. Leon looked at Captain van Jaarsveld, but the captain’s face was in darkness. He was leaning forward in readiness to rise.
There were only two houses in the first block. They rolled past them without raising any obvious interest. The next block held three houses, two on the left and one on the right. Leon knew that the house they were aiming for was the one on the right. The first time he saw it, it was some fifty meters ahead and in complete darkness. It was an old corrugated-iron-roofed house, an unevenly supported veranda running down two sides. Even in the darkness it was clear that it had been a long time since the house had last been painted. The captain rose and was opening the hatch on the roof. It was time to go.

Copyright © 2010 by Wessel Ebersohn

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  • Posted November 17, 2010

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    The whodunit is excellent and will please readers

    Looking back, two decades, South Africa's justice department chief Justice Abigail Bukula knows she has come a long way. Back in 1985 in Lesotho, teenaged Bukula survived a raid on an African National Congress house due to the kindness of a white soldier, Leon Lourens, who was part of the assault.

    In 2005, Lourens proves to Bukula that most of those who were with him on the attack have been murdered over the years on the anniversary of the raid. Bukola knows to end the serial killer's murdering spree she will need expert help. She turns to brilliant former prison psychologist Dr. Yudel Gordon for help as he has access to the imprisoned commander of the assault Marinus van Jaarsveld. Although he lost his job when Apartheid ended, Dr. Gordon agrees to assist Bukula.

    The whodunit is excellent and will please readers but is more a tool to enable the audience to observe the radical changes and problems to overcome in South Africa not long after the Apartheid wall came crumbling down. Profound, fans will relish this terrific timely thriller (recent movie Invictus) as the return of Gordon after a three decade hiatus will send new fans seeking his 1980 cases (see Closed Circle, A Lonely Place to Die and Divide the Night).

    Harriet Klausner

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