The Rope (Anna Pigeon Series #17)

The Rope (Anna Pigeon Series #17)

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by Nevada Barr

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In The Rope, the latest in Nevada Barr’s bestselling novels featuring Anna Pigeon, Nevada Barr gathers together the many strings of Anna’s past and finally reveals the story that her many fans have been long asking for. In 1995 and 35 years old, fresh off the bus from New York City and nursing a broken heart, Anna Pigeon takes a decidedly unglamorous job…  See more details below


In The Rope, the latest in Nevada Barr’s bestselling novels featuring Anna Pigeon, Nevada Barr gathers together the many strings of Anna’s past and finally reveals the story that her many fans have been long asking for. In 1995 and 35 years old, fresh off the bus from New York City and nursing a broken heart, Anna Pigeon takes a decidedly unglamorous job as a seasonal employee of the Glen Canyon National Recreational Area. On her day off, Anna goes hiking into the park never to return. Her co-workers think she’s simply moved on—her cabin is cleaned out and her things gone. But Anna herself wakes up, trapped at the bottom of a dry natural well, naked, without supplies and no clear memory of how she found herself in this situation.

As she slowly pieces together her memory, it soon becomes clear that some one has trapped her there, in an inescapable prison, and no one knows that she is even missing. Plunged into a landscape and a plot she is unfit and untrained to handle, Anna Pigeon must muster the courage, determination and will to live that she didn’t even know she still possessed to survive, outwit and triumph.

For those legions of readers who have been entranced over the years by Park Ranger Anna Pigeon’s strength and determination and those who are new to Nevada Barr’s captivating, compelling novels, this is where it all starts.

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Publishers Weekly
Set in 1995, bestseller Barr’s exciting 17th Anna Pigeon thriller (after 2010’s Burn) takes readers where they’ve wanted to go for years—to Anna’s beginnings as a park ranger. Having left her life as a stage manager in New York City, 35-year-old Anna takes on a seasonal job in a canyon wilderness park on the shores of Lake Powell in Arizona. Ten days later, co-worker Jenny Gorman and others are idly wondering why she walked off the job without saying good-bye. The answer is that Anna lies naked, dazed, and injured at the bottom of a dry well. All Anna remembers at first is that she went for a hike in the desert, and now she’s at the mercy of an unknown assailant. When Jenny learns that Anna may not have left voluntarily, she begins to search. Meanwhile, Anna escapes after her attacker returns to the well—or was that really her attacker? Misdirection and a rising body count ratchet up the tension. 150,000 first printing; author tour. Agent: Dominick Abel. (Jan.)
Library Journal
Summer in the National Park Service would seem like a great opportunity to mend a wounded spirit, but when a young Anna Pigeon signs up for seasonal work at a park on the shores of Utah's Lake Powell she finds herself in serious trouble. The story opens with Anna trapped in an isolated canyon, wounded, drugged, and unsure of who put her there. Anna's attempt to escape and find out who wants her dead makes for a tension-filled tale. VERDICT This prequel to Barr's long-running series (Burn; Borderline) gives fans a terrific new look at a beloved crime fiction character.
Kirkus Reviews
Prequel to Barr's popular Anna Pigeon series. For readers who have always wondered what made Anna Pigeon forsake a Manhattan theatre career for the life of a ranger/sleuth in the country's most godforsaken locales, some answers: Anna, traumatized by the sudden departure of her husband, Zach, shuts her eyes and picks a job, any job, as long as it's different from her old life. And what could be more alien than a summer as a seasonal assistant in the National Park Service, where she is immediately assigned to help ranger Jenny, aka the Fecal Queen, remove human waste deposited by tourists on the shores of the otherwise pristine Lake Powell, Utah. This dam-created lake nestled in deep canyons is a favorite destination for houseboaters, including bands of partying overprivileged 20-somethings. Unused to desert conditions, Anna embarks on an ill-advised solo hike, where she surprises three college-age boys raping a young woman. The next thing Anna knows, she awakens in a sinkhole, naked, with a bruised skull and a dislocated arm. Intermittently conscious, with nothing to drink but the apparently drugged contents of a canteen, Anna discovers the corpse of the rape victim (whose name bracelet identifies her as Kay) buried nearby. Anna eventually vows to get in even better shape to handle the rough terrain--and characters--of her new world. Along the way, the obvious culprits turn out not to be so obvious, and Barr succeeds in keeping us guessing as to who the real psychopaths are. Cliffhangers, literal and literary, abound.
Marilyn Stasio
…a harrowing survival story, well imagined and forcefully told, about a brutal act that inspires a weak woman to become a strong one.
—The New York Times Book Review

Terrifying…Dark and visceral, the novel is sure to appeal to Barr's legion of fans, especially those who have been clamoring for the author to light the shadows of Anna's past...A crisply written and revelatory entry in the Pigeon series.

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St. Martin's Press
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Anna Pigeon Series, #17
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6.40(w) x 9.40(h) x 1.30(d)

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Regis Candor took a swig of his beer and watched his neighbor, Jenny Gorman. She was sitting on the other picnic table, her feet on the bench, smoking a cigarette as Gilbert and Dennis swaggered into the square of grass and trees fenced in by seasonal housing. Park employee housing at the Rope was set out in two neat quads, two-bedroom duplexes on each of the sides, surrounding squares of defiantly green grass with four locust trees only slightly taller than Regis and not yet as big around as his wrist.

One square was for NPS seasonals, the other for concessions workers, kids that pumped fuel and sucked crap out of the houseboats and made Dangling Dogs at the Dangling Rope Marina snack bar. The duplexes didn’t blend into the red/roan/rust/buff motif of Lake Powell. They were painted the same dead gray as the marina. Regis figured maintenance got a good deal on gray paint.

Gil and Dennis were college boys from Pennsylvania who’d come to Lake Powell to work on their tans and get laid. When they weren’t absorbed in one of those pastimes—or both simultaneously, if Dennis was as much of an “outdoorsman” as he claimed—they did maintenance work.

Regis watched them flop bonelessly down, Gilbert next to Jenny, Dennis at her feet, arms thrown along the table. Both were covered in dust and sweat and, no doubt, wouldn’t shower until Ms. Gorman had every opportunity to be impressed with their machismo.

“Hey, guys,” she said, blowing out a lungful of smoke.

“Hey,” they answered in unison. Heckle and Jeckle, clowns.

Jenny Gorman looked like the Girl Next Door every boy wishes lived next door: dark wavy hair, big hazel eyes, a well-cut mouth, and enormous tits. Jenny was used to being ogled, Regis guessed. In high school she must have had to wave “Hi” at breast level when she met guys. That’s where they would have been looking. Gil and Dennis still were. Regis didn’t think the breasis were implants. Plastic never moved like real flesh and blood.

Gorman didn’t flaunt her body, but he’d seen her flash a little cleavage to get some idiot to fall off his water skis or drive his boat into the dock. Served the fools right, he thought, and took another pull on his Dos Equis.

Evenings at Dangling Rope were Regis’s favorite part of his job. It was as close to being a kid at camp as a grown man could get and not be arrested. His peers—permanent park employees—whined too much about pay, promotion, retirement. Seasonals, no matter what their age, exuded a sense of childlike freedom, as if they were actors in an old movie and any day now they were going to get their big break. Being around seasonals made him feel like a wise old man, though he’d not yet turned thirty.

Thirty was year after next. He pushed that thought away. Forty wasn’t the new thirty, and thirty was the start of forty. Forty was the start of skin sagging, breasts sagging, scrotums sagging, lines and fat and receding hair. Thirty had one upside; at thirty he’d be a rich man. If he fulfilled all the old horror’s requirements.

Butt first, Bethy, his wife of at least two more years, came out of their side of the duplex, a casserole dish in her oven-mitted hands. Hash brown casserole, all cheese and butter and potatoes. Four years of marriage and his wife’s bottom was spreading big-time. To be fair, the weight gain wasn’t entirely her fault, but Regis wasn’t in the mood to be fair.

When they met she was a seasonal interpreter at Rainbow Bridge. She’d been thin and athletic in those days, canyoneering on her days off. Regis had loved watching her cute little behind bobbing ahead of him in the slots, and he’d needed a wife, so he’d followed that taut, flexing little gluteus maximus right to the altar.

Bethy’s charm—other than the tight ass and the convenience—was the gypsy lifestyle she promoted that summer, the sense of a life full of possibilities. The fantasy Bethy. As soon as she had the ring on her finger she changed back to the real Bethy. Two more years, Regis told himself. Two more years and a lot more drugs.

“Hash brown casserole!”Gil ejaculated. Food excited him almost as much as Jenny’s chest.

“Goes right to your hips,” Regis said, glancing at his wife’s rear end as she bent over to set the hot dish on the table. Gil laughed. Gorman shot him an evil look.

Bethy fled back inside. Regis looked at the screen door and considered going in to make sure she was okay. There was no point. What was “okay” for Bethy?

Jenny stubbed out her smoke and tucked the butt into a ziplock bag she’d taken from the pocket of her shorts. Gil Morraine took the opportunity to inch closer. Regis had read Heckle and Jeckle’s personnel files. Ciphers. Dicks for brains and beer for spiritual sustenance.

Both had made a play for Ms. Gorman. Jenny was thirty-three to their twenty-one-going-on-thirteen. Big tits were evidently equalizers on the age issue for these boys. When Jenny blew them off—figuratively, not literally—they’d started a rumor she was gay.

Regis smiled into the neck of his bottle. The fools never did catch on. Jenny was gay, queer as a three-dollar bill. She just didn’t advertise it. The Park Service was seriously homophobic. Regis had discovered her sexual preferences when he’d gone into her duplex to check on a maintenance report and noticed a letter. “Pornographic” didn’t do it justice; it would have won a Penthouse Letter of the Week competition.

The letter had been signed “Cindy.”

Jenny started rolling another cigarette.

“Oooh, roll your own, tough mama,” Dennis said.

“Tougher than you, weenie boy,” Gilbert said good-naturedly. Dennis laughed. Regis guessed there was a private joke regarding “weenie boy.” He had no desire to be let in on it. Neither, apparently, did Jenny.

She grinned past Gil at Regis, winked, licked the paper, and sealed the tobacco in. The lick was longer than it needed to be and ran lovingly the length of the cigarette. Heckle and Jeckle were entranced.

Dennis took the matches from her hand to light the cigarette. After he’d wasted three without getting a flame he could keep alive in the faint breeze off the lake, Jenny took them back. “Nice try, Casanova.” She lit her cigarette.

“I’m off the next two days,” Gil said, his tone suggesting this news would be catnip to any kitten. “Got a couple of new videos. How about you bring the popcorn?”

“I thought you’d get enough of this place. I figured you for town on lieu days.” Smoke trickled out with the words.

“You call Page, Arizona, a town? Come back to civilization with us and we’ll show you a town.” Dennis waggled his eyebrows as if he’d said something wildly suggestive.

“King of the single entendre,” Regis said. Jenny laughed. Heckle and Jeckle looked at Regis as if noticing him for the first time. They probably were, hidden as he was behind Jenny’s glorious tatas.

“Hey!” Gilbert said. “I almost know what that means. I think you’ve been insulted, Dennis. You going to take that lying down?”

A cue line for the comedy to continue. Tired of the routine, Regis stared coldly at Dennis, finding his eyes in the fading dusk. If Dennis had planned on saying something, he thought better of it. Dennis was a coward. Regis could sniff out cowardice like a truffle hound sniffing out morels.

Dennis changed the subject. “I hear you drove that old black pigeon back to New York’s Great White Way,” he said to Jenny.

This interested Regis. The “old black pigeon” was Anna Pigeon, Jenny’s housemate and assistant pooper-scooper for the water quality program. Anna fascinated him. A woman of dark mystery, he mocked himself.

“Looks that way,” Jenny said, sounding a little sad. “By the by, Anna’s thirty-five. I asked. I’m thirty-three. If you think that’s old, get your sweet cheeks off my picnic table.”

“Thirty-five’s a lot older than thirty-three,” Dennis insisted, affronted that a woman with Jenny’s dual charms should put herself in the same boat with a skinny creature who dressed all in black and had eyes that let nothing in and very little out.

In the ten days Anna Pigeon had been at Dangling Rope, Regis had tried to get to know her. He doubted he’d have succeeded if they’d been stranded together on a desert island for twenty years. She didn’t join the evening potlucks, hang out on her porch, or do the usual socializing. When she wasn’t camped on a beach working with the Fecal Queen, she stayed in her room. With her inky clothes and slender silhouette, Ms. Pigeon was a flicker of darkness glimpsed from the corner of the eye. She scarcely disturbed the air when she moved, barely cast a shadow in the sun. Gone, her presence was greater than it had been when she’d glided soundlessly in and out of the housing compound.

Intrigued by her elusiveness, Regis turned on the charm—and, if he did say so himself, when he wanted to, he could charm the paint off a wall. Flattery bounced off of her. Kindly concern annoyed her. Banter bored her. His best trick, showing deep sincere interest, was met with a level stare that suggested sincerity wasn’t his best trick after all. When he’d tried plying Anna Pigeon with treats he told his wife to cook, Bethy decided to rise out of her rabbit skin and get nasty about his attentions to another woman.

“Couldn’t take it out here in the wide open and ran back to the city,” Gilbert said, stretching his arm along the table, perilously close to Jenny’s thigh. Regis watched her look at the large dirty paw, and for a gleeful second he thought she was going to tap her ash there. Evidently she was feeling generous. She tapped it on the grass.

“That woman was freaky. For the first week I thought she was a deaf mute. My folks’ Labrador retriever talks more than she did. It’s like a hundred and ten degrees and she’s dressed for a funeral. And what was with the pasty white face?”

“All New Yorkers wear black and have pasty white faces,” Jenny said.

“Not the ones with houses in the Hamptons,” Dennis insisted.

“Every summer one or two seasonals go AWOL,” Regis said. “A bathtub full of Jet Skis doesn’t fit a tree hugger’s fantasy. They come thinking Ed Abbey and Desert Solitaire and find beer cans and party boats.”

“Maybe she was kidnapped,” Dennis said with a leer. “Kept for a sex slave.”

Regis inhaled a sip of beer and went into a fit of coughing. Gil came over to pound him on the back, thought better of it, and sat down again. “That’s a thought worthy of your moral rectitude,” Regis managed when he got enough air to speak.

“Dennis ain’t got no rectitude,” Gil said with a laugh.

“If she was kidnapped she took her stuff with her,” Jenny said. “One black bag with black clothes, one set of sheets, one towel, and one toothbrush. Ms. Pigeon traveled light.”

Kidnapping. Anna Pigeon didn’t have much in the way of concerned others, Regis knew. Under “next of kin” on her application form she’d listed a sister in New York. Under “address” she’d written “none.” Unless the sister was loaded, the posited kidnap was for something other than money.

Given the choice, Regis wouldn’t have hired Anna. A cursory background check showed no wants, no warrants, no living relatives but the sister. It also showed no driver’s license, no passport, and way too much education. Before he’d even met her, Regis guessed she was running from something: drug addiction, creditors, an abusive husband—something. Glen Canyon didn’t need any more action along those lines.

George Fetterman, Regis’s boss, wanted her because he had some half-baked notion of starting a living history program and wanted a theater type. The park had other plans and assigned her to Jenny to help with the water quality program. Shit detail, literally.

“Kidnapping a seasonal would be the perfect crime,” Gil said. “Seasonals are like Kleenex—one gets snotty, toss it out and grab another one. Out here in the boondocks, no phone, no nothing, who’d notice?”

“When the season was over and they didn’t show up for school somebody would,” Dennis said.

“Yeah, but what if you were too old for school, dickhead? Not everybody still goes to school in the fall.”

The perfect crime. Who hadn’t thought about that? The way for a crime to be perfect would be if nobody noticed, if nobody bothered to look for the criminal because nobody knew there had been a crime. Maybe Dennis wasn’t as stupid as Regis thought. Seasonal employees came from all over the country. Many were young, unattached, seldom called home even when they were stationed near a phone. Nobody but the rangers they worked with would notice they were AWOL for days, weeks, even months.

The perfect victims for the perfect crime. The crime had to be done alone and enjoyed alone, no telling, no boasting, no hinting. Once two people were involved in anything it ceased to be perfect. Two people couldn’t keep a secret. Two people would turn against each other.

Regis was willing to bet there wasn’t a soul alive who wouldn’t steal or rig the lottery, cheat on their taxes, or cheat on their wives if they knew, for a fact, no one would ever suspect. Husbands would kill wives. Kids would off rich parents. Billy the Kid wannabes would pop their neighbors just to see what it felt like. Dear old Dad would run over the family dog so he wouldn’t have to pick up its shit.

Mother Teresa would have committed the perfect crime if she’d had a chance.

The catch was, nothing is perfect.


Copyright © 2011 by Nevada Barr

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The Rope: An Anna Pigeon Novel 4.1 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 66 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fans of Nevada Barr's long-running series of novels about park ranger Anna Pigeon are in for a slight but enjoyable detour with "The Rope." Instead of advancing the series in time, it takes us back to the beginning, when Anna, in 1995, first gets involved in ranger work as a seasonal employee on the shores of Lake Powell. The novel opens with Pigeon's co-workers wondering why she's disappeared, and some thinking she skedaddled back to New York after finding the work too difficult. The truth is far different. Anna is lying naked, her head aching from a blow and one arm dislocated, at the bottom of a "jar" -- a smooth-sided canyon that can only be accessed or escaped by a ladder that Anna doesn't have. As the sun beats down, she finds what appears to be a miracle -- a canteen containing water. Anna drinks it and sleeps -- the water was drugged. When she wakes, she finds the word "whore" carved into the flesh of her thigh. How Anna escapes her prison and unravels the clues to find the identity of her assailant form the basis for a mystery that keeps the reader's interest, whether a first-timer to the series or a fan who's read all of the Pigeon books. Going back to the beginning, The Rope establishes Anna's self-reliant personality and the ways it is tested by her ordeal in the desert and her dealings with others. Supporting characters are also well-defined, as well as details about the not-so-glamorous life of a park ranger. It's a good read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As in all her work, Navada Barr brings the sights, sounds, smells and textures of her local to vivid life. The story is peopled with quirky characters and a very special little animal. There is relentless tension with a creepy undercurrent of psychosis close at hand. I love the character, Jenny. I hope Ms. Barr will write another retrospective Anna Pigion novel so we can more of her.
BookaholicTracy More than 1 year ago
Awesome Weekend Read. Loved it from beginning to end
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good book, interesting plot, couldn't stop reading it, HOWEVER, seriously under edited. I had to skip a lot of boring repetitive dialogue and musings to keep my interest.
Pheasant90 More than 1 year ago
Keeps you guessing! I'm a big fan, and was glad to see some solid back-story on Anna Pigeon. Some parts felt a little stretched, but all in all a great story and a really good read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read all the Nevada Barr books in the Anna Pigeon series, and I thoroughly enjoyed all of them. This prequel is no exception--it was excellent. On a scale of one to ten, I would give it a ten.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a winner. Exciting to know about Anna's start!
Anonymous 5 months ago
RFD More than 1 year ago
Unlike other Nevada Barr books that I've read, this book is a dark and depressing book with no redeeming qualities that I could find. Since our book club chose to read this book, I tried to force myself to read it. Every page was misery. I would manage to get through maybe two pages at a time before I couldn't bear it any longer. I can't imagine why or how someone would want to write about this unrelieved misery. This depiction of Anna Pigeon was nothing like the ones in her other books. There are some very good Anna Pigeon books out there, but not this one. I have to wonder why she wrote this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love her books. Full of adventure, drama, excitement.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My high hopes for a prequel to the Anna Pigeon series were not only destroyed, but they were ground into dust. This book was incredibly boring and Anna came across as not only an idiot, but a helpless one at that. The book dragged on and I slogged through it, thinking about how I wished it would end already. This doesn't even seem like a part if the same series, possibly not even written by the same author. Books 1-15 were all at least pretty good. Books 16 and 17 were way out in left field. If Nevada Barr had a ghost writer, I wish she would have read the series before trying to add to it. If it is actually Barr doing the writing, I have to wonder what the heck happened to her? Stephanie Clanahan
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Author Nevada Barr's books featuring Anna Pidgeon are some of the best books I've ever read and this story is no exception. They are full of action and great suspense, plus the descriptions of the parks and surrounding areas come to life as you read. I've been to many of the National Parks Ms Barr's writes about, and she describes them just as I remember them. To the reviewer who rated this book a 3, why not rate the story line on its own merit rather than on editing errors? The fact that you finished reading the book anyway proves how good it is.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
MMS-RET More than 1 year ago
The story is really a "pre-quel" to the Anna Pigeon books. The character studies, including those of Anna and the other rangers is well delineated and interesting. Some parts of the book are exciting and thrilling The identity of the criminal is not a secret but the way he is brought to justice adds to the drama.
VPat More than 1 year ago
This novel fleshes out Anna Pigeon's character and makes her more real. A great mystery, loads of information about the setting - everything that makes me love her novels.
ohenrysmom More than 1 year ago
This book was so boring I didn't even finish it!!
e-l-g More than 1 year ago
An excellent and interesting read to help the reader understand many of Anna's motivations and memories that make her such an interesting character. She has had many adventures, but none quite as desperate as this, yet her courage never really wavers. No great mystery, but still a wonderful read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Honestly, I have never read a bad book by Nevada Barr. Every single novel has been absolutely awesome. This one was especially good in that it shows her first experience with a mystery in a national park. Excellent book and series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good - 340 pagrs
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lovecavaliers More than 1 year ago
This is a good one. 
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A "prequel", if you will, from Ms. Barr of Anna Pigeon's beginning with the National Park Service. For those of you who've read all the rest of the series, this book goes back to when Anna has recently lost her husband, in her mid-30's, and feels the need to get away from New York, and those memories, as far as possible. She is fragile, and weak, and gets into one physical mess after another. She eventually realizes that she's stronger than she thinks, and despite repeated attempts on her life, she ultimately prevails. I really liked the concept, of going back with Anna. It'd had been several years since the last book, and I think Barr may have wondered where she would go with Anna. If you're a fan of Anna Pigeon, you will definitely like this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago