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The Adversary: A True Story of Monstrous Deception
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The Adversary: A True Story of Monstrous Deception

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by Emmanuel Carrere, Linda Coverdale (Translator)
 

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Now a major motion picture starring Daniel Auteuil (Sade, Girl on the Bridge, Jean de Florette) directed by Nicole Garcia (Place Vendome)

Acclaimed master of psychological suspense, Emmanuel Carrère, whose fiction John Updike described as "stunning" (The New Yorker) explores the double life of a respectable doctor, eighteen

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Now a major motion picture starring Daniel Auteuil (Sade, Girl on the Bridge, Jean de Florette) directed by Nicole Garcia (Place Vendome)

Acclaimed master of psychological suspense, Emmanuel Carrère, whose fiction John Updike described as "stunning" (The New Yorker) explores the double life of a respectable doctor, eighteen years of lies, five murders, and the extremes to which ordinary people can go.

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“Unputdownable...Imagine a sleek, twenty-first century version of In Cold Blood.” —The Washington Post Book World

“The mesmerizing true crime tale of an apparently ordinary man whose life mutates in the space of a few blood-splattering hours from the realm of Renoir to that of Stephen King.” —People

“Mesmerizing...a fascinating meditation on Jean-Claude Romand and what his bizarre life might mean.” —The New York Times Book Review

“As a writer, Carrère is straight berserk; as a storyteller he is so freakishly talented, so unassuming in grace and power that you only realize the hold he's got on you when you attempt to pull away....You say: True crime and Literature? I don't believe it. I say: Believe it.” —Junot Díaz, author of Drown

bn.com
The Adversary is a true-crime book that will appeal even to nonfans of the genre. An apparently wealthy and well-connected physician who works with the World Health Organization is found to have been living a lie -- a slew of lies -- for years: He has no medical degree, no job, no money. The truth comes out, however, only after it has been discovered that he has murdered his children, his wife, and his parents. Emmanuel Carrère, whose work John Updike has described as "stunning," spins this chilling tale as only he can.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Those who knew Jean-Claude Romand knew him as a loving father and husband, a brilliant physician with a prestigious post at the World Health Organization and a good-natured, unassuming friend. So when in January 1993, Romand's wife, children and parents were all found dead, his acquaintances were stunned to learn that Romand was suspected of murdering them all. But as the police dug deeper, the motive for his actions soon became clear: neither a doctor nor an employee of WHO, Romand had been living a lie for 18 years and had supported his family primarily by swindling elderly relatives out of their retirement money. Recognizing that his imposture was on the verge of being exposed, he claimed that he killed his family to spare them the shame of learning the truth, and thenDintentionally or notDbotched his own suicide attempt. The story became a media sensation in France, and prize-winning novelist Carr re (Class Trip) reports feeling haunted by the similarities between the life Romand was ostensibly leading and his own, and he found himself almost compulsively drawn to the task of piecing together the identity of the real man behind Romand's deceptions. The resulting narrative is an absorbing, if deeply disturbing, account of an individual who, as Carr re concludes, had virtually no identity beyond the one he fabricated for himself. Carr re constructs a complex and admirably objective portrait of a man who, after botching a single medical exam, found it so difficult to admit his failure that he constructed an increasingly elaborate fabric of lies. While occasionally waxing melodramatic at odd moments, this is a literate and intelligent account of a perplexing story. (Jan.) Forecast: Carr re's book was a huge bestseller in France. Without the headlines to support it, it won't achieve that level of success here. Still, taut and fascinating, this should be well and widely reviewed and, as Carr re will be touring the U.S., should have lively sales not only among true crime buffs (the publisher will target mystery bookstores), but among all readers intrigued by the idea of a fabricated life. Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Here is a chilling yet riveting account of the seemingly remarkable rise and horrific fall of Jean-Claude Romand. To the world, Romand was a highly respected physician who had a brilliant career doing medical research at the World Health Organization as well as being a loving son and happily married father who doted on his two young children. In reality, though, Romand was none of these things. A pathological liar, he had managed to fabricate almost his entire life rather than deal with the ramifications of confessing. On the brink of financial collapse and discovery in 1993, Romand murdered his entire family and half-heartedly attempted to take his own life. French novelist Carr re (Class Trip), who found himself both pulled and repelled by this story, has woven a tautly written account of Romand's life. In telling Romand's story, he also writes of the process of creating this book. By injecting himself into the narrative, Carr re has managed to make this appalling story both fascinating and highly readable. Highly recommended.--Karen Sandlin Silverman, Ctr. for Applied Research, Philadelphia Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780312420604
Publisher:
Picador
Publication date:
01/05/2002
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
208
Sales rank:
725,692
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.46(d)

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Luc Ladmiral was awakened shortly after four o'clock Monday morning by a telephone call from Jacques Cottin, the pharmacist in Prévessin. The Romands' house was on fire; their friends should come try to salvage as much of the furniture as possible. When Luc arrived, the firemen were bringing out the bodies. All his life he will remember the sealed gray plastic bags into which they had put the children: too horrible to look at. Florence had simply been covered with a coat. Her face, blackened by the smoke, was unmarked. Smoothing her hair in a desolate gesture of farewell, Luc's fingers encountered something strange. He felt around, carefully tilting the young woman's head to one side, then called over a fireman to show him, at the base of the skull, an open wound. It must have been from a beam that fell on her, the fireman said; part of the attic had collapsed. Luc then clambered into the red truck where the rescuers had placed Jean-Claude, the only one of the family who was still alive. His pulse was weak. He was in pajamas, unconscious, burned yet already as cold as a corpse.

An ambulance arrived and took him away to the closest major hospital, across the border in Geneva. It was dark, chilly, and the jets of water from the fire hoses had drenched everyone. Since there was nothing more to be done at the scene, Luc went into the Cottins' house to dry off. In the yellow light of the kitchen, they listened to the sputtering of the coffee pot, not daring to look at one another. Their hands shook when they raised their cups, and as they stirred their coffee, the spoons made a dreadful racket. Then Luc went home to tell Cécile and the children what had happened. Sophie, their eldest, was Jean-Claude's goddaughter. A few days earlier, as she often did, she had slept over at the Romand's house, and she might very well have slept there again that night and wound up, like her playmates, in a gray plastic bag.


They had been friends ever since medical school in Lyon. They'd gotten married almost at the same time; their children had grown up together. Each knew everything about the other's life -- the public image, but also the secrets, the secrets of honest, reliable men who were all the more vulnerable to temptation. When Jean-Claude had confided in him about an affair, talked about chucking everything, Luc had made him listen to reason: "And you'll do the same for me, when it's my turn to be an ass." A friendship like that is one of the precious things in life, almost as precious as a successful marriage, and Luc had always been certain one day, when they were sixty or seventy years old, they would look back together as from a mountaintop, after all that time, on the road they had traveled: the places where they'd stumbled, almost gotten lost; the ways they'd helped each other, and how, in the end, they'd come through everything. A friend, a true friend, is also a witness, someone whose attention affords you a clearer look at your own life, and for twenty years each of them had unfailingly, without any fuss, played this role for the other. Their lives were very similar, even if they hadn't succeeded in the same way. Jean-Claude had become a leading figure in the world of research, hobnobbing with government ministers, always off at international conferences, while Luc was a general practitioner in Ferney-Voltaire. But Luc wasn't jealous. The only thing that had come between them was an absurd disagreement, during the last few months, regarding their children's school. For some unfathomable reason, Jean-Claude had really gotten on his high horse, so Luc had had to take the first step, saying that they weren't going to quarrel over such a silly thing. The whole business had upset Luc; he and Cécile had talked it over several evenings in a row. How trivial it seemed now! How fragile life is! Only yesterday, there was a close, happy family, people who loved one another, and today -- a boiler accident, charred bodies being taken to the morgue.... His wife and children were everything to Jean-Claude. What would his life be like if he survived?

Luc phoned the emergency room in Geneva: the patient has been placed in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber; the prognosis was guarded.

Luc prayed with Cécile and the children that he would never regain consciousness.


When Luc went to open his office, two policemen were waiting for him. Their questions seemed odd. They wanted to know if the Romands had any known enemies, if they'd been involved in any suspicious activities.... Seeing Luc's astonishment, the police told him the truth. An initial examination of the bodies revealed that the victims had died before the fire, Florence from head injuries inflicted by a blunt instrument, Antoine and Caroline from bullet wounds.

That wasn't all. In Clairvaux-les-Lacs, in the Jura Mountains, Jean-Claude's uncle had been delegated to break the tragic news to the injured man's parents, a frail elderly couple. Accompanied by their doctor, he had gone to see them and found the house locked, the dog mysteriously silent. Worried, the uncle had broken open the door to discover that his brother, his sister-in-law, and the dog lying in their own blood. Like Antoine and Caroline, they had been shot to death.

Murdered. The Romands had been murdered. The word echoed through Luc's brain, stunning him. "Was it a robbery?" he asked, as if that word might reduce the horror of the other one to something rational. The police didn't know yet, but two crimes striking members of the same family fifty miles apart were more likely to be an act of revenge or a settling of accounts. The officers asked again about possible enemies, and Luc, at a loss, shook his head. Enemies? The Romands? Everyone loved them. If they had been killed, it had to have been by people who didn't know them.

The police needed to find out exactly what Jean-Claude did for a living. A doctor, the neighbors said, but he didn't have an office. Luc explained that he was a researcher at the World Health Organization, in Geneva. One of the officers telephoned, asking to speak to someone who worked with Dr. Romand, perhaps his secretary or one of his colleagues. The receptionist did not know any Dr. Romand. When the caller insisted, she connected him to the personnel director, who consulted his files and confirmed that there was no Dr. Romand at WHO.

Then Luc understood and felt hugely relieved. Everything that had happened since four that morning -- Cottin's phone call, the fire, Florence's wound, the gray bags, Jean-Claude lying severely burned in the hyperbaric chamber, and now this business about crimes -- all of it had happened with perfect verisimilitude, an impression of reality that left no room for suspicion, but now, thank God, the scenario was going awry, revealing itself for what it was: a bad dream. He was going to wake up in his bed. He wondered if he would remember everything and if he would dare tell Jean-Claude about it. "I dreamed that your house was on fire, that your wife, your children, your parents were murdered, and that you -- you were in a coma and no one at WHO knew anything about you." Could one say that to a friend, even to one's best friend? The idea occurred to Luc (it would haunt him later on) that in this dream, Jean-Claude served as a double, bringing out into the open Luc's own fears -- of losing his loved ones but also of losing himself, of discovering that behind his social facade he was nothing....

Excerpted by permission of Metropolitan Books, an imprint of Henry Holt and Company, LLC. Copyright © 2000 by P.O.L. éditeur. Translation copyright © 2000 by Metropolitan Books.

Meet the Author


Emmanuel Carrère is one of France's most critically acclaimed writers, author of screenplays, a biography of Philip K. Dick, and two novels, including Class Trip, which won the prestigious Prix Femina. A major bestseller in France, The Adversary is being published in eighteen countries. Carrère lives in Paris.

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The Adversary: A True Story of Monstrous Deception 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Recently, in the space of 2 days, there were two cases here in Maryland in which a man killed his wife and children and then himself. In each case, there were financial difficulties. In the latter of the two cases, the FBI is investigating an apparent Ponzi scheme that was about to be exposed. Hence, it was with great interest that I reread the story of Mr. Romand whose entire life had been a lie and who was on the verge of having his own mini-Ponzi scheme come to light when he murdered his wife, his kids, and his parents (and who may have killed his father-in-law earlier, and who was on the verge of killing his mistress). It is not clear whether Mr. Romand intended to kill himself also or whether he cleverly timed setting his house on fire so that smoke would be seen and he would be rescued. But in any case, Emmanuel Carrere very cleverly combines correspondence with the murderer with what came out during instruction (a process in France equivalent to a grand jury investigation in our system, but far more thorough and conducted by a judge who specializes in such investigations) and then in the ensuing jury trial. It gives a good picture, as good as one can expect to get, of a person who would commit a crime that is almost incomprehensible to most of us. So as I try to understand what has been in the headlines recently here in Maryland, I find this book very helpful. I recommend it highly.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book captured my interest in the beginning but really faltered after that. I guess I was expecting a story more substantial than it actually turned out to be. The writing is excellent though so just for that I would recommend it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Of all the many true crime books I have read, this is the best. You won't find a lot of sex or gore. But it is psycologically facinating, and the author's comments on the deception are perceptive and ringing. I wish more true crime books like this one existed. I enjoy mystery, deception and psycological dimentions in true crime---but I seem to be in the minority!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
If this were fiction, you'd say the plot was too unbelievable. It's true, I read it in one sitting but I was left feeling unsatisfied in some ways. For one thing, I found it hard to believe he could bamboozle his wife for 18 years - the most totally un-nosy person on the planet, apparently. That no one could detect this total void of a person coming at them for two decades is, I guess, a testament to the true shallowness of his alleged long and deep friendships. The book suggests that he was so clever & deceitful; yet I get the feeling he just really had no deep, meaningful relationships which would have uncovered him forthwith. It may be the oddest true story I've ever read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book clearly deserves more than five stars for its unvarnished look at the self-serving avoidance of psychological risk that led innocents to be fleeced and slaughtered. Truth is stranger than fiction. The actual accounts here would be rejected by any fiction editor as being unbelievable. The extraordinary ability of M. Carrere to point out the wrongs in all of their many dimensions makes this journey into madness worth taking for the reader. This is a story of such horror and depravity that many will be shaken to their roots by it. If such stories upset you or make it difficult to sleep, perhaps you should read this on happy days and in the morning. On January 9, 1993, Jean-Claude Romand, well-regarded medical researcher with the World Health Organization, killed his wife and three children. Then he had lunch with his parents and killed them. Later, he picked up his mistress and tried to kill her. The next day, he took an overdose of outdated barbituates and set his house on fire. Romand was rescued from the flames while he was unconscious, and made to stand trial. Journalist Emmanuel Carrere was moved to sort out what led to these horrors and what ensued since then. Actually, Romand was not a doctor. He did not even have a job. He spent his life pretending that things were normal and he was a model citizen, while nothing about him was as it seemed. He maintained his deception by behaving as though he was like everyone else, and persuading people to have him manage their money in a Swiss bank account. Meanwhile, he spent the money on himself, his family, and his mistress. Even the people who had gone to medical school with him and remained his friends and neighbors never realized what was going on. The deception started when he could not bring himself to take his final examination for the second year of medical school. When time came for the make-up test, he skipped that too. No one of his classmates noticed that his name was not among those who had passed, and for the next several years he was able to reenroll in medical school as a second year student and pretend to study. The elaborate fiction built from that slim base. To realize how unusual this was, his later wife was also a medical student at the same time and failed the exam that Romand skipped. As a result, she dropped out of medical school and became a pharmicist. That route would have been available to Romand as well. But he did not take it. They struck up a correspondence based on Romand's liking of the author's book, and Romand helped him to recreate the events. M. Carrere felt that Romand 'was counting on me more than the psychiatrists to explain his own story to him . . . .' 'This responsibility frightened me.' In a time when studies have demonstrated that 80 percent of all people lie on their resumes, what is fascinating is how gullible everyone was. His wife didn't think that it was strange that she could not call him at the office. People took it at face value that he could earn them 18 percent interest in a Swiss bank (which normally pays much lower interest rates). As P.T. Barnum used to say, 'There's a sucker born every minute.'
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book kept me hanging on every last word until the very end!