The Throat (Blue Rose Trilogy Series #3)

The Throat (Blue Rose Trilogy Series #3)

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by Peter Straub
     
 

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Peter Straub’s chilling Blue Rose Trilogy comes to an astonishing close—secrets unearthed, demons revisited, and mysteries solved.
 
The Throat.  Tim Underhill, now an acclaimed novelist, travels back to his hometown of Millhaven, Illinois after he gets a call from John Ransom, an old army buddy.  Ransom believes there

Overview

Peter Straub’s chilling Blue Rose Trilogy comes to an astonishing close—secrets unearthed, demons revisited, and mysteries solved.
 
The Throat.  Tim Underhill, now an acclaimed novelist, travels back to his hometown of Millhaven, Illinois after he gets a call from John Ransom, an old army buddy.  Ransom believes there’s a copycat killer on the loose, mimicking the Blue Rose murders from decades earlier—he thinks his wife could be a potential victim.  Underhill seeks out his old friend Tom Pasmore, an aging hermit who has attained minor celebrity as an expert sleuth, to help him investigate.  They quickly discover that Millhaven is a town plagued by horrifying secrets and there is a twisted killer on the loose who is far more dangerous than they ever imagined.  Expertly tying together the events of Koko and Mystery, The Throat proves Peter Straub to be the master of the suspense novel.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“A masterpiece. . . . The most intelligent novel of suspense to come along in years.” —Washington Post Book World

“Disturbing. . . . Satisfying entertainment. . . . A bloodstained tapestry of stunning emotional power.” —San Franscisco Chronicle
 
“A classic mystery novel. . . . Deft, impressive.” —The New York Times Book Review

“Magnificent. . . . Intensely riveting. . . . A haunting tale of murder, obsession, and the malevolent horror that can inhabit those dark forbidding places in us all.” —Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
 
“Terrifying psychological horror. . . . One of this year’s best contemporary horror novels. . . . Straub, a master storyteller, weaves a tale that's rich in detail and character.” —Cleveland Plain-Dealer
 
“An intense thriller. . . . Fans of Straub’s Koko will be pleased to know that Tim Underhill is back.” —USA Today
 
“An excellent psychological novel. . . . Straub well understands the dark recesses of the psyche where the personal demons dwell. . . . We may want to turn away . . . but we cannot because the horror mesmerizes us.” —Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
 
“Suspenseful and compelling. . . . Mesmerizing. . . . An accelerated roller-coaster read that is totally engrossing. . . . Just when the reader thinks he has the cases figured out, Straub manipulates the plot to expose yet more twists.” —Chattanooga Times Free Press
 
“Marvelous. . . . Enormously satisfying. . . . Unashamedly designed to fascinate.”—Sacramento Bee
 
“The best of Peter Straub’s writing.” —Houston Chronicle
 
“The characters are outstanding. . . . They are the story, enshrouded by a nightmare that never lifts. Peter Straub takes bold risks and he succeeds.” —San Jose Mercury News
 
“Enomously entertaining and scary. . . . Rich, complex, dark, and tough to put down.”—New York Daily News

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Straub peaks with this visceral thriller, which completes his Blue Rose trilogy ( Koko ; Mystery ). The citizens of Millhaven, Ill., thought they had overcome the unsolved serial murders that plagued the town in the 1940s--the killer had scrawled the words ``Blue Rose'' near the bodies--but another resident has just fallen prey to a new Blue Rose. The victim's husband, John Ransom, enlists the aid of Tim Underhill, a high school buddy and fellow Vietnam vet who has written a book about the murders. Although Tim thinks of his hometown as ``oddly interchangeable'' with Vietnam, he returns to join forces with famed local sleuth Tom Pasmore to solve both the earlier and the later murders. Tim's research and Tom's computer hacking connect the '40s killer to the St. Alwyns Hotel on Widow Street and suggest that the more recent killer is a victim of child abuse. Millhaven detectives nab a Jeffrey Dahmer-type murderer who claims to be the new Blue Rose, but Tim proves that the man is lying. As Tim and Tom close in on the truth, the trauma of Tim's Vietnam experiences pales and ``the other Vietnam''--his own childhood abuse--roars into memory. Painted from a darkly colorful palette, Straub's characters inhabit a razor-edged world of unremitting suspense. BOMC main selection. (Apr.)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780307472236
Publisher:
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date:
08/10/2010
Series:
Blue Rose Trilogy Series, #3
Pages:
704
Sales rank:
630,261
Product dimensions:
5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.50(d)

Read an Excerpt

Part One: Tim Underhill

Chapter 1

An alcoholic homicide detective in my hometown of Millhaven, Illinois, William Damrosch, died to ensure, you might say, that this book would never be written. But you write what comes back to you, and then afterward it comes back to you all over again.

I once wrote a novel called The Divided Man about the Blue Rose murders, and in that book I called Damrosch Hal Esterhaz. I never alluded to my own connections to the Blue Rose murders, but those connections were why I wrote the book. (There was one other reason, too.) I wanted to explain things to myself—to see if I could slice through to the truth with that old, old weapon, the battered old sword, of story telling.

I wrote The Divided Man after I was processed out of the army and had settled into a little room near Bang Luk, the central flower market in Bangkok. In Vietnam I had killed several people at long distance and one close up, so close that his face was right before me. In Bangkok, that face kept coming back to me while I was writing. And with it came, attached like an enormous barnacle to a tiny boat, the other Vietnam, the Vietnam before Vietnam, of childhood. When my childhood began coming back to me, I went off the rails for a bit. I became what you could charitably call "colorful." After a year or so of disgrace, I remembered that I was thirty-odd years old, no longer a child, that I had a calling of a kind, and I began to heal. Either childhood is a lot more painful the second time around, or it's just less bearable. None of us are as strong or as brave as the children we used to be.

About a year after I straightened out, I came back to America and wound up writing a couple of books with a novelist named Peter Straub. These were called Koko and Mystery, and maybe you read them. It's okay if you didn't. Peter's a nice enough kind of guy, and he lives in a big gray Victorian house in Connecticut, just off Long Island Sound. He has a wife and two kids, and he doesn't get out much. Peter's office on the third floor of his house was the size of my whole loft on Grand Street, and his air conditioning and his sound system always worked.

Peter liked listening to my descriptions of Millhaven. He was fascinated with the place. He understood exactly how I felt about it. "In Millhaven, snow falls in the middle of summer," I'd say, "sometimes in Millhaven, flights of angels blot out the whole sky," and he'd beam at me for about a minute and a half. Here are some other things I told him about Millhaven: once, on the near south side of town, a band of children killed a stranger, dismembered him, and buried the pieces of his body beneath a juniper tree, and later the divided and buried parts of the body began to call out to each other; once a rich old man raped his daughter and kept her imprisoned in a room where she raved and drank, raved and drank, without ever remembering what had happened to her; once the pieces of the murdered man buried beneath the juniper tree called out and caused the children to bring them together; once a dead man was wrongly accused of terrible crimes. And once, when the parts of the dismembered man were brought together at the foot of the tree, the whole man rose and spoke, alive again, restored.

For we were writing about a mistake committed by the Millhaven police and endorsed by everyone else in town. The more I learned, the worse it got: along with everyone else, I had assumed that William Damrosch had finally killed himself to stop himself from murdering people, or had committed suicide out of guilt and terror over the murders he had already done. Damrosch had left a note with the words BLUE ROSE on the desk in front of him.

But this was an error of interpretation—of imagination. What most of us call intelligence is really imagination—sympathetic imagination. The Millhaven police were wrong, and I was wrong. For obvious reasons, the police wanted to put the case to rest; I wanted to put it to rest for reasons of my own.

I've been living in New York for six years now. Every couple of months I take the New Haven Line from Grand Central, get off at the Greens Farms stop, and stay up late at night drinking and talking with Peter. He drinks twenty-five-year-old malt whiskey, because he's that kind of guy, and I drink club soda. His wife and his kids are asleep and the house is quiet. I can see stars through his office skylight, and I'm aware of the black bowl of night over our heads, the huge darkness that covers half the planet. Now and then a car swishes down the street, going to Burying Hill Beach and Southport.

Koko described certain things that happened to members of my old platoon in and after the war, and Mystery was about the long-delayed aftermath of an old murder in a Wisconsin resort. Because we liked the idea, we set the novel on a Caribbean island, but the main character, Tom Pasmore—who will turn up later in these pages—was someone I knew back in Millhaven. He was intimately connected with the Blue Rose murders blamed on William Damrosch, and a big part of Mystery is his discovery of this connection.

After Mystery I thought I was done with Damrosch, with Millhaven, and with the Blue Rose murders. Then I got a call from John Ransom, another old Millhaven acquaintance, and because much in his life had changed, my life changed too. John Ransom still lived in Millhaven. His wife had been attacked and beaten into a coma, and her attacker had scrawled the words BLUE ROSE on the wall above her body.

Meet the Author

Peter Straub is the New York Times bestselling author of more than a dozen novels, most recently A Dark Matter.  He has won the Bram Stoker Award for his novels, Lost Boy Lost Girl and In the Night Room, as well as for his recent collection, 5 Stories.  Straub was the editor of the two-volume Library of American anthology The American Fantastic Tale.  He lives in New York City.
 
www.peterstraub.net

Brief Biography

Hometown:
New York City
Date of Birth:
March 2, 1943
Place of Birth:
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Education:
B.A. in English, University of Wisconsin-Madison, 1965; M.A., Columbia University, 1966
Website:
http://www.peterstraub.net

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MaGicAllyGeNuisJ More than 1 year ago
First of all I wouldn't say it was a Trilogy at all. It had the same characters that were in the first book KoKo and the second Mystery. The first two books, I must say was great. Then we get to final book in this supposed "trilogy" and it was horrible. I wouldn't recommend this book for no one.

But I must say this before I end this review. I am a BIG PETER STRAUB FAN!!!! I just didn't like this book. It could have been written better.
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