All Cry Chaos

All Cry Chaos

by Leonard Rosen


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ISBN-13: 9781579622220
Publisher: Permanent Press, The
Publication date: 09/01/2011
Series: Henri Poincaré Series , #1
Pages: 332
Product dimensions: 5.80(w) x 8.80(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

LEONARD ROSEN is a best-selling and widely respected non-fiction author among educational publishers. He has written Radio Essays broadcast by NPR's Morning Edition, Only A Game, and All Things Considered, as well as op-eds published by the Boston Globe. He has taught writing at Bentley University and Harvard University and lives in Brookline, Massachsetts.

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Chapter One

When he entered the cellblock, Henri Poincaré braced himself for the clank of steel doors coupling, which produced in him a physical effect not unlike the dysentery he once contracted drinking bad water in Senegal. A long career had made him no stranger to prison corridors; yet the clank of steel on steel still ripped through his insides like a disease bent on killing him, which it did, in its way, with every visit. The extortionists, the counterfeiters and Ponzi schemers, the assassins who for the love of money would take one life at a time and the fanatics who would weep if they killed fewer than fifty: those condemned to these cages thought themselves superior but misunderstood, justified in what they snatched from the world. In Poincaré's estimate, they deserved the daily reminder of these clanging doors, and most of all they deserved each other.

Which is to say, Stipo Banovic kept good company.

Cathedral light from high, fixed windows cut through the upper air of the cellblock, though little of the Dutch springtime made its way inside. Here was the prison and this the block reserved for celebrities of a sort, war criminals awaiting trial in The Hague's international court. Four months earlier, at the end of a lengthy search that had taken him to six countries and two continents, Poincaré had found Stipo Banovic living in a suburb of Vienna with his young bride and their son and daughter. On the evening men with battering rams knocked through his front door, Banovic had been reading bedtime stories to these same children, who sat in his lap in an easy chair by the fire. The very picture of domestic happiness, save for the fact that Banovic had in another lifetime personally ordered and participated in the massacre of seventy Muslim men and boys—some younger than the ringleted beauties in his lap that evening. His wife cried bitterly and his children cried as Banovic screamed in perfect if heavily accented English: "Can't you see I've started over? I'm leading a good life!"

That was not for Poincaré to decide. Before they assigned him the case, his superiors at Interpol-Lyon sent him to the ravine where those bodies lay. It was springtime in the former Yugoslavia, and the snow melt had made traveling to the site a muddy ordeal. But the day was crisp and green shoots were emerging and everywhere the sound of water flowing suggested the possibility of life. Everywhere but in that shadowed ravine, where the stillness of bleached bones and the flapping fragments of cloth dropped him to his knees. No, it was not for Poincaré to decide or to forgive. He had done his job and the courts would do theirs.

He was already busy with another case, supervising security at the ministerial meetings of the World Trade Organization in Amsterdam. This visit was unnecessary, but he had come to face Banovic one last time before catching his train, much as he would check to see the fire was off in the kitchen before leaving on a trip. The man, unattended, was dangerous. Poincaré needed to see him in his place, behind bars.

"As I live and breathe," said the prisoner at the approach of footsteps.

"Good news, Stipo. I'm officially off your case. Reassigned. It's enough to make one sentimental ... all the time I spent hunting you."

Banovic turned away. His plaid shirt buttoned to the collar and his wire-rimmed glasses lent the former death squad commander an aspect very like the librarian he was before the Bosnian war: high forehead, small boned, a pianist's fingers. He looked more the scholar than the mass murderer, an impression only strengthened by the fortress of law books he had amassed for his upcoming trial.

His back still turned, Banovic said: "It was war time. Ugly things happened. You have your witnesses, those traitorous sons of whores. But the law gives me precedent, Inspector. Battle conditions. Men are beasts, it's true—as even a cursory reading of history will attest. Do you know what Titus's soldiers did to the Jews fleeing Jerusalem?"

"I don't really care," said Poincaré, approaching the bars.

Banovic glanced over his shoulder. "They cut living men and women open to look for swallowed gold."

If Poincaré faced him alone in the forests of Bosnia, beyond the reach of law, he knew he would have died and suffered considerably in the process. As it was, standing before this cage was rather like standing in a zoo before a predator high on the food chain. The steel offered some assurance, but even so Banovic radiated a danger that backed Poincaré away and made his heart beat erratically. This job had never been easy. Friends predicted that with his fondness for opera and arcane journals he would last all of three weeks. Three decades later, notwithstanding his successes, he wondered if he was truly cut out for this work.

"Years I ran," said the prisoner in a low, rasping voice. "The fight ended. I deserved a life, as combatants do. Now look at me, gagging on law books and reduced to kissing photos of my children. You are responsible, Poincaré. The others Interpol sent showed some common sense, some human concern—an appreciation for my circumstance. I warned them away and they broke off their searches. But you ..." He reached for a photograph and slowly traced a finger.

How could the man bear to look at those children? If Poincaré lived to be a hundred he would not forget what lay in that ravine, the bones of young ones reaching for fathers, brothers, neighbors—men who, if they reached back, could offer only a willingness to die first. And all of them left to rot until the snows came. "I could have broken off the search," Poincaré agreed. "There was a war. You were a combatant."

The prisoner nodded.

"And now that the war is over and you have a new family, you want to go home."

Banovic closed his eyes at the thought.

"Like those men and boys wanted to go home. Did they beg for mercy, Stipo? Did they pray?"

The prisoner stared down the corridor, and Poincaré wondered if his words had registered. They had—and the response, when it came, was saw-blade jagged: "Bad things happen in war," said Banovic. "But then you never fought a war. So don't talk to me. Don't you dare judge me."

"Not to worry, Stipo. The court will do that."

The cellblock was half the length of a soccer field, the two men the sole representatives of their species on that square of earth.

The prisoner laughed. "Why the visit?"

Poincaré stared at him.

"Come on, now—a clever man like you."

"You disgust me."

"Ah—honesty! There's a start!" Banovic held up two fingers, a peace sign, and pointed them at Poincaré's eyes, then his own. "I do declare, Inspector: you came to look in the mirror."

"Go to hell."

"Too late ... I've been here years already. Admit it—I fascinate you!"

"What I admit is a strong desire to see you rot."

"And keep the world safe from bogeymen like me?" Once more he pointed to Poincaré's eyes, then his own. "Take a closer look.... You know, you really should have killed me when you had the chance."

Poincaré leaned close to the bars. "I nearly did," he whispered, drawing Banovic closer still. "It would have been an easy thing to report that the arrest went bad and we shot you. But that would have been your way. No. I saw what you left in the ravine. You'll stand trial, you'll be convicted, and you'll rot."

Not before he was halfway down the corridor did the wave of bellowing and invective rush past him like effluent from a sewage pipe. "They were animals! You read my file, Poincaré. You knew I had a family! Three children raped and disemboweled—in front of their mother, my Sylvie. Sylvie raped in front of her parents! Then her womb with our unborn child split open and her parents left to stagger through their lives, begging for someone to kill them. You read that, Inspector! And still you came. Did you once stop to think why a man becomes a killing machine? I was an ordinary man. A good man! I had a family, a job. Then a war I did not make and did not want ruined us. I will put you in my shoes before I die. I swear, you will walk in my shoes!"

I don't let people go, the inspector said to himself, repeating the words like a talisman to get him through the gate at the end of the cellblock, and through another gate, and through another until the final gate closed, steel on steel, and he stood outside the prison walls beyond the reach of Banovic's agony. These are not my decisions. Poincaré leaned hard against a truck and slipped two pills between his lips.

He felt an attack coming on.

The train from The Hague to Amsterdam ran past acres of fields laid out in rectangles gaudy with color. Against a screen of heavy clouds rumbling off the North Sea, the famous Dutch tulips were an antidote to weariness itself. Poincaré needed the help. More than he cared to admit, Banovic had unnerved him. Even now, an hour later, his heart beat erratically—if not from fear exactly then from the knowledge that a prodigious hatred was trained on him. It's nothing life-threatening, doctors had assured him. A nuisance arrhythmia. Too much wine can bring it on. Also cold drinks, and sometimes stress. Do you have a stressful job?

Soon enough, the pills would kick his heart back into a normal rhythm, and his life would begin to look orderly again. It had all happened before, this confrontation with the blunted, redirected rage of men he had put behind bars. He would set aside Banovic's outburst, as he had learned long ago to do.

He flipped open his phone and waited through dead air, hoping she would answer. "It's me," he said finally.

"Ah—Henri! Are you OK? You sound tired."

"Not exactly."

"It's that man in Den Haag. You said you would quit him."

"I know."

"Well, then ... quit him. Etienne called last night. He and Lucille and the children will join us at the farmhouse after all. You know what an ordeal it is for them to juggle their schedules. Promise—take it easy with work until we're back in Lyon."

"You know I'll be busy through the weekend," he said.

She did not answer. She hardly needed to.

"I'll come straight home from Amsterdam. I promise."

"Enough already. Retire."

A distinct possibility, given the morning. For the thirty years he had worked at Interpol, rising through the ranks, he had taken virtually no holiday that had not been delayed or interrupted by some special request from headquarters. Once, in Patagonia, in a river basin as remote as the Marianas Trench, a local official arrived on horseback to request that on returning to France might Inspector Poincaré first consult with the national police in Buenos Aires on a matter of stolen art. "Interpol-Lyon telex," began the official, hat in hand and so clearly apologetic for interrupting a family on holiday that Poincaré hadn't the heart to object. Claire, by contrast, placed her hands over the young Etienne's ears and, rather than attempting to kill the messenger, turned on her husband. "Could we be any further from civilization, Henri? Should we try for the Arctic next time?"

It would not have mattered. Interpol put Poincaré to strategic use, holiday or no. He had become for many in the security offices of Western Europe and the Americas the agent who had aged with grace. What he had lost physically he gained in intuition. He could anticipate a criminal's moves as if he were the pursued, and his perseverance was legendary—Banovic's capture being only the latest example.

Persistence did take its toll, however; on days like this his heart argued for less strenuous work, and he considered retiring to the Dordogne. But he could not, just yet, because the question that had drawn him so improbably to police work—how to hold in one thought the abomination of a Banovic in a world that was, in so many ways, sweet beyond description—had not been answered.

There was always the next case.

Chapter Two

Paolo Ludovici was a sinewy whip of a man. On loan from Interpol's National Central Bureau in Milan, he met Poincaré at Amsterdam Centraal and handed him a dossier, sparing them both preambles. "Trouble," he said. "While you were in The Hague, an explosion blew the top off a hotel along the Herengracht."

"No rest for the weary," Poincaré said, opening the file.

"We don't know if it was related to the World Trade Organization meetings. But the apparent victim was James Fenster, a tenured mathematician from Harvard who was scheduled to give a talk at the Friday morning session. Graduate and undergraduate degrees from Princeton. No wife, no dependents. Born in New Jersey. Politically agnostic. No debt to speak of."

Ludovici grabbed one of the coffees Poincaré had bought and slipped into an unmarked car borrowed from the Dutch police. "Fenster was the one registered to the room, in any event. What's left of him looks like burnt roast beef."

Poincaré closed his eyes.

"He was thirty.... Christ, I'm thirty."

"Tell me something useful, Paolo."

"Alright. Dental records will be faxed from Boston. The Massachusetts police have already secured Fenster's office and apartment. They're collecting samples for a DNA analysis that we'll compare with the results we get off the remains. But there's not much question about who, Henri. A hotel clerk confirmed that Fenster picked up the room key to 4-E at the front desk twenty minutes before the explosion. Video cameras in the lobby show him entering the hotel at 9:41. The bomb detonated at 10:03, erasing room 4-E." Ludovici started the car. "And for your information, the bomber used ammonium perchlorate."

"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"

"Rocket fuel."

Paolo revved the engine and pulled the Renault onto PrinsHendrikkade as if merging onto a Grand Prix course. Just as quickly, he slammed on the brakes to avoid an old man pedaling quarter-time, mid-street, spilling Poincaré's coffee.

He twisted hard off the seat and watched a stain spreading across his lap. "Paolo!"

"It's only coffee, for Christ's sake. Get over it." Ludovici honked and threw the car into gear. "I'll pay for the cleaners."

He was furious, but Ludovici didn't notice or didn't care. Poincaré grabbed a wad of napkins from the glove box. The good news was that the shock had pumped enough adrenaline through his system to snap his heart back into rhythm. He checked his pulse to be sure—ba-bump ... ba-bump ... ba-bump, a veritable metronome—then dabbed at the coffee stain with the napkins. Paolo had done him a favor after all, but he would arrive at the crime scene looking like an incontinent schoolboy.

What could be done with Ludovici? Poincaré's sometimes protégé, whom he had requested for this assignment, was a package one accepted completely or not at all. He operated at a single speed, fast forward, his metabolism rivaling that of a hummingbird. He routinely worked eighteen-hour days, boosting the efficiency of anyone who wandered into his orbit. He ate quickly, talked quickly, reached conclusions, generally correct, quickly, and cycled through girlfriends with a speed and callousness that shocked even the open-minded Poincaré.

He was also handsome, not so much magazine pretty as supremely self-confident, which in many creates the same impression. People noticed when he entered a room. He had a fondness for coats slung across his shoulders, Fellini-esque, and more generally a sense of style that Poincaré could tolerate only in Italians. His single worrisome flaw was a habit of taking chances, some foolish, with a near-deluded confidence that nothing could touch him. The day they met, on assignment in Marseille two years earlier, Ludovici had defied direct orders by entering a drug smuggler's hotel room without a protective vest, without a wire, without a weapon, just to "talk." Two dozen special operations police had surrounded the hotel, each positioned behind a protective barrier. The agent and the fugitive had their chat, within full view of snipers' scopes, and an hour later Ludovici emerged alone. "He wants pizza and a bottle of Mas de Gourgonnier 2002," he said when the others pressed him for news. So the command sent out for pizza and found the wine. The fugitive ate and, after profoundly miscalculating the chances of shooting his way out of a tight spot, died by a single sniper shot to the head. When Poincaré went to introduce himself to the young agent who had discovered the smuggling ring in Brindisi and, through Interpol-Lyon, arranged for this welcome party in Marseille, he found Ludovici sitting alone on an upended crate eating the last of the dead man's pizza. "You don't suppose this has any forensic value, do you?" he asked.


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ATechwreck on LibraryThing 23 days ago
A brilliant mathematician dies in a bizarre bombing in Amsterdam, just before he is to present his findings on data which could be used to predict and manipulate world markets. Veteran Interpol Operative, Henri Poincaré, is assigned the investigation. Poincaré has just come from a soul wrenching investigation into genocidal war crimes. His exhaustion is palpable. Poincaré follows the lead to the U.S. before receiving personal news that forces his return to France. Though I enjoyed the intelligent plot line and superb characterization of this novel, I felt that the author overstepped in the violence done to Poincaré and family. If I hadn¿t received this book for review, I would have dropped it halfway which would have been a shame as the storyline was great.
tanya2009 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
A 2.5 star mystery starring Henri Poincare. I won an arc through Librarything. This book got better at the end but I struggled to read it from day one.
Joycepa on LibraryThing 23 days ago
Henri Poincaré, the great-grandson of the legendary mathematician Jules Henri Poincaré, is an Interpol senior inspector based in Lyons; he has a small farm near the city where he lives with his wife, Claire. His son Etienne, his wife Lucille, and their three children, Georges, Emil and Grandpa¿s favorite, Chloe, live in Paris. Henri has recently concluded a case in which he tracked down Stipo Benovic, a genocidal Serbian murderer who was accused of massacring 70 Muslim men and boys in the recent civil war; Poincaré is in The Hague to asusre himself that Benovic is securely in custody. But while there, an explosion surgically rips through the Ambassade Hotel, killing Dr. James Fenster, a Harvard mathematician who is in the Netherlands to give a seminar at the WTO annual meeting. The explosion is so hot that Fenster¿s corpse is charred beyond recognition, and identification is made through forensic means. Poincaré takes on the case, since such an explosive is extremely sophisticated and may be the work of terrorists.But while in The Hague, Poincaré receives word that Benovic has put out word to his organization to target Poincaré¿s family. Interpol sets up elaborate security measures for his family, allowing a reluctant Poincaré to pursue the bombing case, which has started to take on puzzling aspects.So far, this could be the description of any number of international thrillers, such as those that Daniel Silva writes with his protagonist, Israeli agent Gabriel Allon. Plot looks familiar and there is a promise of nice twists.But Rosen has written a richly complex novel that interweaves such unlikely themes as fractals, an End Times Christian fundamentalist group called Soldiers of the Rapture who think that blowing people up will hasten the End Times by creating the necessary chaos for Christ¿s appearance, an indigenous people¿s liberation movement headed by a charismatic economist/herder, the functioning of the global economy, philosophy and theology. That¿s an impressive list of seemingly unrelated topics but Rosen, in a masterpiece of a debut novel, pulls them all together in an absorbing, compelling story. I defy anyone to resist the fascination of fractals after reading Rosen¿s superbly written book.On top of it all, Rosen¿s resolution to the plot opens up, for those of us who are interested in such questions, an interesting concept of God that is without doubt thought-provoking.All this and a beautifully written, fast-paced thriller as well. Highly recommended.
erinclark on LibraryThing 23 days ago
This book is a well written thriller that even though was over my head a few times with the talk of mathematics and chaos theory I enjoyed immensely. Henri Poincare is an Interpole agent with the task of finding out why a famous and likable mathematician has been murdered just before he is to deliver a speech at the World Trade Organizations meeting in Amsterdam. Henri has had a successful career as an agent who has traveled the globe hunting down the worlds most prolific and evil serial killers. When he takes on this case he finds is an ever deepening mystery he must unravel. Things are not as they appear. People disappear, people lie and he must discover the truth all the while trying to protect his family from the retribution of a mass murderer he recently put away. I especially enjoyed the writers descriptions of his characters. They all have such detail to them that I could picture them exactly in my head. If these were real people I bet I could name them if I saw them on the street. Well done. The travel that Henri must do to solve this mystery is quite interesting as well. I have not been to Europe in many years and it made me want to back as soon as possible. Mr. Rosen is a master of description.Even though I am not much of a mystery fan Leonard Rosen has probably turned me into one! Highly recommended.
readafew on LibraryThing 23 days ago
All Cry Chaos is the first book in the Henri Poincare. Henri is a field agent for Interpol and he gets the really hard to find criminals because he's so tenacious. His most recent apprehension was a librarian turned genocidal mass murderer in Bosnia, who went into hiding after the government collapsed.His next assignment came immediately. A man got blown up in a hotel in Amsterdam. The explosion had surgical precision, and it was a mathematician who was the target. The whole thing was strange and got stranger. The more Henri dug, the more problems he found with the whole thing. Then the Bosnian struck at his family and he had other worries.Overall, it wasn't a bad book. The writing was really very good, but the story was not as great in my opinion. Henri was an interesting character to get to know, but some of the decisions he made didn't seem to quite fit with the person we meet. I think I understand how Henri was driven to some of his decisions but I didn't fully accept the change. It was a good solid book but it was lacking something for me. I think the constant bombardment about the patterns and chaos was a little heavy handed as well.
shayrp76 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
Interpol Inspector Henri Poincare is good at what he does. When a famous mathematician from the U.S. is targeted and murdered by bombing he starts to follow what little evidence there is. When tragedy strikes at home while he is away he loses himself but, he rises through his own grief as he realizes that it may be connected to the investigation. Even on the brink of a career in danger he works diligently to bring justice to his family. This is so unique and for that alone I would have enjoyed this book. The fact that the pacing was quick and precise just adds to how I feel about it. It also tickled my brain, without being overwhelming, making me want to learn more. The characters had depth and I could imagine them easily. The family dynamic was put together very well and their story was as fascinating as the mystery. I can see myself rereading this one and without a doubt will be recommending it.
cmwilson101 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
All Cry Chaos by Leonard Rosen is a beautifully written, atmospheric, spider web of a mystery story; it is easy to get caught up in it and be unable to do anything else until it is done. In fact, I am still thinking about it even after finishing it. The plot is deceptively simple: Henri Poincaré, a skillful & moral detective with a long history of solving cases for Interpol, is nearing retirement. One of his last cases involved bringing Stipo Banovic, accused of genocide in Bosnia, to justice. Banovic threatens him from jail. Poincaré goes on to his next case, a very mysterious case of a mathematician killed in an unusual way just prior to giving a presentation at a global conference, WTO. In his patient, thoughtful way, Poincaré begins unraveling the clues that lead to and from the scene of the crime. The clues include the mathematician's complicated presentation, which deals with fractals. Meanwhile, Poincaré's family comes under attack, and Poincaré must discover who is targeting them, and why. The cases become more and more complex, and the web around Poincaré and his family wraps tighter and tighter, and the mathematician's obscure research begins to resound with Poincaré until Poincaré believes that it might have global implications. The deep & convoluted plot all does make sense (eventually!) and part of the pleasure of reading the book is to see how Poincaré is able to begin interpreting the mathematician's work and other clues he discovers. It is also interesting to watch how Poincaré's relationships with his family and colleagues and new acquaintances unfold as events take place. But the biggest pleasure of all in reading this book was the writing -- beautiful, descriptive, introspective. Take this small paragraph:"He stared out the shop window to a small, bricked courtyard, contemplating what favors the world owed the dead. He had answered that question once when he spent the better part of two years hunting Banovic. He glanced over his case notes and supposed he would be answering it again." The book was littered with gems like these, which were really the icing on top of the great plot/interesting characters cake. Well worth reading (eating?!) and amazing to think that this is Mr. Rosen's first book. I can't wait to see what he writes next.
janetmelton on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I won an arc through Librarything. I tried really hard to get into this book. It just didn't keep my attention. Sorry
Britt1075 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
This was a great first in series book about Henri Poincare. The characters were very well develpoed and after the intial background information the story moved quickly. Initially I was a little bored with all the background information given but I do feel it is important to the story. As I said before once the story got going it was agreat read that kept me reading well into the night to see what was going to happen to Poincare and hs family. I look forwardto the next in this new series.
etrainer on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I'm not a guy who usually notices much about the style of a writer. I'm more interested in the plot and the story built around it. But I found Leonard Rossen's writing in All Cry Chaos to be noticeable and well done.A brilliant mathematician is killed and Interpol agent Henri Poincare investigates. Poincare is a descendant of the French mathematician, physicist, and philosopher of the same name. I did not find that the relationship between the two Poincares really effected the story. The mathematics was only superficially treated in the novel, but it was an interesting plot device.Poincare investigates numerous suspects and motives, and this and recent previous cases put him and his family in danger of retribution from those he investigates. The ending was difficult to predict, but all threads were neatly tied up by the end of the story. Mostly a story of plodding investigation rather than fast action, All Cry Chaos was an interesting and different take on the traditional thriller. I recommend it.
g8rfan on LibraryThing 23 days ago
In this murder mystery thriller, veteran Interpol agent Henri Poincare works to solve the murder of James Fenster, a gifted mathematician, who is murdered in an explosion in Amsterdam before giving a presentation at the World Trade Organization. Poincare's investigation takes him from Europe to America and through several possible suspects. Thrown in are death threats from a previous nemesis, now imprisoned. The book read a little slow and tedious at times. There are many reverences to the chaos theory and mathematics, which the murder victim, Fenster, was involved in and what may have been the motive for his murder. I think those who have an interest in mathematics would be more engaged in this book than I was. However, I was fascinated by the idea, as expressed by a colleague of Fenster, that "every process in nature can be modeled by an equation" and that if an equation were intricate enough, it could actually "describe" what you may see in nature. It certainly made me think of how math and nature are interrelated. Interesting!
crazy4reading on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I am not familiar with Leonard Rosen nor his main character in this book. The main character is Henri Poincare. He is an Interpol agent. All Cry Chaos is centered around Henri, his family and his cases.Poincare is given a case after a mathematician, James Fenster, is murdered on the eve that he is supposed to give a speech at the World Trade Organization meeting. I am no math wiz and found this story interesting and confusing at the same time. When math was being discussed I sometimes found myself reading it again just to make sense of it and other times remembering my times in school and just wanting to get the answer quickly.Poincare has a long list of suspects. You follow Poincare through all the interviews. Sometimes you were left hanging and felt there was something missing after the interview. There are a few sub-plots in this book. Poincare had caught a high profile murderer and he has threatened his family. Interpol is there to protect him but that is not enough. This is one plot that I found very interesting because of how it affected Henri and his ability to perform his job. Another sub-plot was the story of 3 orphans. The 3 children became orphans when their parents were killed in a car accident many years before. As the story progressed I found myself trying to figure out who the orphans were. When the end of the book is reached all my questions were answered and some I had figured out before.If you want a book with intricate story/plot lines, interesting characters with depth then I suggested trying All Cry Chaos.
GarySeverance on LibraryThing 23 days ago
Leonard Rosen¿s novel is a thriller that describes the end of the career of a French Interpol field investigator, Henri Poincare. For thirty years the owner of a small winery near Lyons has traveled all over the world tracking down and arresting many of the world¿s worst criminals. His most difficult case is the one that will cause his transition to administrative duties.Poincare is a tough man with old scars to prove it. He is a dogged investigator pursuing his international criminal prey no matter how long it takes until he can close the case. Yet, he retains his compassion for the victims of crimes and even has some empathy for the criminals he takes down.In this final case as a field operative, Henri deals with international terrorism. Chaos is the word he uses when looking for the organizations of terrorists devoted to the destruction of social institutions for various reasons. Muslim extremists, far right religious fanatics, nihilists, anarchists, and profiteers seem to be working at cross purposes. The common denominator for the groups is random activity causing mayhem and death. If there is a common denominator, then a mathematics savant may be able to work backwards and discover predictability in the chaos of data. In his investigation, Poincare encounters a mathematician who seems to have found a pattern, a universal equation for the pattern within the chaos of social destruction. This equation is very valuable to all of the interest groups involved because it will allow them to understand, predict, and control any social structure.This is a fast-paced story with many surprises. It involves interesting mathematical premises without going into detail about equation development. There is plenty of exciting action with deadly consequences. Poincare¿s investigation techniques are methodical and creative. The tone and settings of this good novel resemble those of the Robert Ludlum Bourne novels.
Suzanne520 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
While this is the third book I was lucky enough to win from Library Things Early Reviewer program, this is the first one I have received in the mail, so above all, Thank you to the publisher for the oppurtunity to read and review this book, and thank you so much to Library Thing for choosing me!Now, onto my actual review. I entered to win this book because it looked interesting and fast paced, and wow, it certainly succeeded in being both! I was so wrapped up in the mystery and suspense of this story, the clock somehow trudged from 9pm to 2am, and I just had to stay awake a bit longer so I could finish. I was very impressed with Rosen's world building. The characters are interesting to follow, and the writing style pulls the reader along flawlessly, easily merging the world created in this story with our own. I will be keeping my eye out for future works by Rosen. I highly reccomend this book to lovers of action packed mystery that will keep your brain turning over long after you have stopped turning over pages!
WeeziesBooks on LibraryThing 23 days ago
¿All Cry Chaos¿ by Leonard Rosen is mystery thriller of a French Inspector Henri Poincare. Calling all lovers of mathematics, science and international suspense. This is the first of what promises to be a series of well written, exciting and suspenseful novels. Poincare is a well seasoned and very experienced senior investigator who has traveled throughout the country and solved many serious and hard to resolve murders. The book is fast moving and explosive thriller with a bent toward the order of math and science as part of the processes for investigation. Inspector Poincare is a methodical and careful investigator whose brilliance, style and thoroughness are at times in contrast with the police who respond to crimes. He is tormented by memories of past scenes of death and horror and his mind keeps reliving the violence and waste he has seen which in Yugoslavia where he observed the chaos of a horrendous crime of war. His family is threatened and he is living in fear for their safety. The question for Poincare is whether he can he continue to live and work in this world or crime and violence and maintain his own sanity and the safety of his family¿s lives. This story of international intrigue will keep you captivated and looking forward to the next installment. If you enjoy the writings of Stieg Larsson, Dan Brown or Lee Child. A highly entertaining mystery which I strongly recommend.
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The inspector's inner turmoil is as interesting as the mystery he's Investigating.
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SheilaDeeth More than 1 year ago
Born in 1852, Jules Henri Poincaré was a French mathematician and physicist, considered to be one of the founders of modern topology, and a significant contributor to Einstein's theory of relativity. More importantly for this novel, Poincaré worked on chaos theory and fractals, developing a deep understanding of how the whole can so precisely mirror the part. The protagonist of Leonard Rosen's taut thriller, All Cry Chaos, is another Henri Poincaré, but this man, now nearing retirement, has devoted his life to criminal investigation rather than math. As Interpol's Poincaré studies the murder of a famous mathematician, he's frequently greeted with "Are you related...," and has to say yes, a simple relationship reflected in the parallels of mysterious photographs and exploded images, fractured families and ruined lives. Tested like Job in Biblical pre-history, threatened with the end of his world and Revelation's rapture, Poincaré travels from Europe to America and back, finding in each tiny clue a reflection of greater truth. Nobody's quite who they seem; singularities pose choices, and choices determine futures yet unseen; and the branching veins of a broken hand still look like a mountain range viewed from above. Tragic, resolute, refusing to yield under threat, or after disaster, Poincaré follows the trail to its conclusion while all he's loved seems to fail. A beautifully detailed novel, with satisfying breadth and depth, intricately woven patterns, and well-chosen illustrations from a range of books and journals, All Cry Chaos is mathematically, artistically, and even historically satisfying; a truly enjoyable first in what promises to be a fine series. Disclosure: I was given an advanced reading copy of this book by the publisher, the Permanent Press, in exchange for an honest review.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Thirty years old American mathematician James Fenster is in Amsterdam to give a talk on his mathematical economics formula to at the World Trade Organization conference. However, instead of the speech, he dies in a terrorist explosion at his hotel; the killer used a smart bomb military-grade rocket fuel. Although his health is poor and he grieves the deaths of his loved ones at the hands of a vicious Serbian war criminal, Interpol agent Henri Poincare leads the investigation. He starts with those close to Fenster like the victim's former fiancée and his grad assistant; as both are missing. However, the inquiry leads away from the females to a militant Christian Rapture group, but Poincare cannot rule out others interested in the late professor's models. This super cerebral police procedural is a terrific whodunit with a mathematical formula as the key to the homicide. The story line focuses on chaos theory as Poincare quickly learns while dealing with the mathematician's fractured personal life, religious fanatics and rival economists, and his own chaotic brain. Readers who enjoy something different in their puzzlers will appreciate the aptly titled All Cry Chaos. Harriet Klausner
shayrp76 More than 1 year ago
via goodreads Interpol Inspector Henri Poincare is good at what he does. When a famous mathematician from the U.S. is targeted and murdered by bombing he starts to follow what little evidence there is. When tragedy strikes at home while he is away he loses himself but, he rises through his own grief as he realizes that it may be connected to the investigation. Even on the brink of a career in danger he works diligently to bring justice to his family. This is so unique and for that alone I would have enjoyed this book. The fact that the pacing was quick and precise just adds to how I feel about it. It also tickled my brain, without being overwhelming, making me want to learn more. The characters had depth and I could imagine them easily. The family dynamic was put together very well and their story was as fascinating as the mystery. I can see myself rereading this one and without a doubt will be recommending it.